This article originally appeared on Noisey UK.
It's the day before Brexit Day, I'm in Paris for Jamiroquai's first live show in seven years—and I have no idea why I'm here. Until a few hours previous, my only reference points for Jamiroquai were the video for "Deeper Underground" which routinely pissed me off throughout my teens as it aired on MTV2 between what felt like every other song, and that scene in Napoleon Dynamite where Napoleon dances to "Canned Heat" in front of an auditorium of bewildered but also extremely impressed peers. At a packed Salle Pleyel—one of his five headline dates that sold out in actual seconds—I essentially played the role of the entire supporting cast of Napoleon Dynamite; bewildered but also extremely impressed.
The thing about Jamiroquai is that, in my opinion, if you break them down into individual components they make no fucking sense. There is the obvious stuff—their name is a portmanteau of "jam session" and a reference to the Iroquois Native American tribe; they had a didgeridoo player for eight years; this music video—but let's consider Jay Kay, for a second. Jay Kay: The group's centrifugal force and main component that catapults them from the realms of "musician's musicians" into the forefront of mainstream pop culture. His voice, his moves, his many, many big hats—these are the things we think of when we think of Jamiroquai. We don't really think of them as what they are on paper, which is a multi-membered funk/acid jazz band born out of a London scene also comprised of James Taylor Quartet and Brand New Heavies. Can you imagine James Taylor Quartet or Brand New Heavies selling out The O2 twice over and sending the internet into a collective frenzy in 2017? No, you cannot.
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