Anticon is pleased to announce a very special project. Bike For Three! is t… Read Full Bio ↴Anticon is pleased to announce a very special project. Bike For Three! is the well-lucked and mysterious cross-continental duo of Canadian indie-rap legend Richard Terfry (Buck 65) and budding Belgian electronicist Joëlle Phuong Minh Lê (Greetings From Tuskan). Shrouded in strange magic, anchored by the heavy stuff of life, and lifted by a mutual magnetism still uncharted, their music is a bright/stunning combination of downtempo textures, smart pop, and exposed lyrical bones.
Over 15 years, Richard has carved out a corner of hip-hop history by unraveling ornate and dust-caked yarns, often over beat-addled soundscapes, as on his seminal “Language Arts” album series (Anticon released part three, Man Overboard, in ’01), and unadorned as well (he recently became host of CBC’s “Radio 2 Drive” show). For his last record, 2007’s Situation (released on Sage Francis’ Strange Famous label), the man crafted an entire song-cycle around the narrative minutiae of 1957—Rich’s love for a good story is famous. Considering, he couldn’t have found a better partner for his latest work.
Joëlle was raised in Brussels by her Vietnamese mother, a painter and a chef, and remembers fondly the piquant scents she’d chase around mom’s restaurant. She was infatuated with the piano at her primary school, and took lessons when she wasn’t painting or tinkering with music boxes. She learned cello too, pursued photography (she’s now a successful digital video artist), and studied music theory in college, where she discovered that art-making brought back her childhood memories in vivid detail. She has magic secrets—and perhaps a touch of clairvoyance—that she put to work in creating 2006’s striking Greetings From Tuskan LP debut, Lullabies For The Warriors. To this day, there are details that even Rich doesn’t understand about Joëlle’s immaculate productions. Naturally, that’s another detail that he loves.
Bike For Three!’s constituent parts have never met in person, and they might not ever. She found him, and their story unfurls in real time along with their songs. Joëlle sends Rich music; Rich writes to the moods and movements that she’s designed; Joëlle nurtures each piece into an animate whole. Bf3! actually finds Buck 65 eschewing traditional narrative forms in favor of an intimate stream of consciousness (offset by tight rhyme cadence) that mines the craggier depths of romance both requited and out-of-reach, real and imagined (which perfectly befits Bf3!’s working relationship). The things Rich wouldn’t speak of in conversation thus become part of the conversation happening on record.
More Heart Than Brains, Bf3!’s album debut, is Buck 65’s first record to feature all electronic production. Of course, Joëlle has a few acoustic tricks up her sleeve—those music boxes from her youth, for instance—and an approach that seats her comfortably amongst such mercurial beat auteurs as Boom Bip, Modeselektor, Michna, and labelmate Alias. That Rich returns to Anticon a nearly decade later to release his most personal album yet is both an honor and the logical continuation of the label’s own story (Sage Francis did the same with Personal Journals in ’02). As for Bike For Three!, consider this Chapter One.
Over 15 years, Richard has carved out a corner of hip-hop history by unraveling ornate and dust-caked yarns, often over beat-addled soundscapes, as on his seminal “Language Arts” album series (Anticon released part three, Man Overboard, in ’01), and unadorned as well (he recently became host of CBC’s “Radio 2 Drive” show). For his last record, 2007’s Situation (released on Sage Francis’ Strange Famous label), the man crafted an entire song-cycle around the narrative minutiae of 1957—Rich’s love for a good story is famous. Considering, he couldn’t have found a better partner for his latest work.
Joëlle was raised in Brussels by her Vietnamese mother, a painter and a chef, and remembers fondly the piquant scents she’d chase around mom’s restaurant. She was infatuated with the piano at her primary school, and took lessons when she wasn’t painting or tinkering with music boxes. She learned cello too, pursued photography (she’s now a successful digital video artist), and studied music theory in college, where she discovered that art-making brought back her childhood memories in vivid detail. She has magic secrets—and perhaps a touch of clairvoyance—that she put to work in creating 2006’s striking Greetings From Tuskan LP debut, Lullabies For The Warriors. To this day, there are details that even Rich doesn’t understand about Joëlle’s immaculate productions. Naturally, that’s another detail that he loves.
Bike For Three!’s constituent parts have never met in person, and they might not ever. She found him, and their story unfurls in real time along with their songs. Joëlle sends Rich music; Rich writes to the moods and movements that she’s designed; Joëlle nurtures each piece into an animate whole. Bf3! actually finds Buck 65 eschewing traditional narrative forms in favor of an intimate stream of consciousness (offset by tight rhyme cadence) that mines the craggier depths of romance both requited and out-of-reach, real and imagined (which perfectly befits Bf3!’s working relationship). The things Rich wouldn’t speak of in conversation thus become part of the conversation happening on record.
More Heart Than Brains, Bf3!’s album debut, is Buck 65’s first record to feature all electronic production. Of course, Joëlle has a few acoustic tricks up her sleeve—those music boxes from her youth, for instance—and an approach that seats her comfortably amongst such mercurial beat auteurs as Boom Bip, Modeselektor, Michna, and labelmate Alias. That Rich returns to Anticon a nearly decade later to release his most personal album yet is both an honor and the logical continuation of the label’s own story (Sage Francis did the same with Personal Journals in ’02). As for Bike For Three!, consider this Chapter One.
Let's Never Meet
Bike For Three! Lyrics
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All There Is to Say About Love Dragonflies and the agonizing blast from a gun. Under a mag…
Always I Will Miss You. Always You. Left to our own devices, preciseness, We′ve made something i…
First Embrace Pouring rain. Roaring pain. Girl meets boy meets holy ghost.…
Full Moon How did it bleed? It bled like fire. Je retiens l'écume…
Lazarus Phenomenon The boy was an old cat and the girl was…
MC Space Where I come from, we never heard of bite We can…
Nightdriving Night driving. Faced my wheel. Both of my legs replaced by…
No Idea How Steady. Unbreakable. Consistent. Fast. Dirt. Everything beg…
There Is Only One of Us Whispering ghosts. Seduction unlikely. Just out of reach. T…
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Tawl Da Gawd
sick man, I've never heard anything like it. Buck's outdone himself once again.
MrZohariel
Somewhere unseen and under the covers deep.
The edge of a cliff. A burning circle. A lover's leap
And the unmade bed. Two of us dying silently.
Voices that barely exist crying violently.
Speaking an unknown tongue, we listen oddly.
Watching you tremble as my needs are disembodied.
It's shocking. The way you make me feel is my sovereignty.
Figments of my imagination and it's poverty.
A double-edged sword that chooses with cold desire.
Well acquainted with pain, I want to hold your fire.
Unfinished artwork, you're perfect. My mouth hurts.
Aggravated and jealous, I navigate the outskirts.
Stresses. Second guesses are a fact of life.
Sometimes we go to the altar for a sacrifice.
Telling each other what we want to hear - ignore the rest.
Then again, maybe we should never meet - it's for the best.
Let's never meet and regret a past endeavour.
What we have is rare indeed and guaranteed to last forever.
We'll always wonder but the truth is irrefutable.
The way it is now is so painful and beautiful...
Maybe there's a place we can go that's behind doors.
A place where you could shelter my body with yours.
Sorry for so long and wanting to be sorry-er.
Young gun. Sleepless, the unsung warrior.
A button that erases history. Words that nullify.
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Infidelity and the melody of the lullaby.
Jealousy. Exile. Handcuffed and blindfolded.
Reckless. One thousand kisses as a necklace.
X's and O's. Bad habits that rose to fashion.
Whispers turn into screams in the throws of passion.
The blood in my veins and part of me is dead still.
My muscles are tired from running on this treadmill.
The sun don't shine. In the sky is a sleepy storm.
In the room, under a blanket, keep me warm.
I'd cut myself in half if it made sense to.
I run from myself and trespass against you.
And as love desires we wait until the very end.
You're a dream I had, an imaginary friend.
The dangerous angel. Kisses denied me.
But somehow I'm awake and your breath is inside me.
Nowhere to live, I'm much stronger than before.
Still though, I don't want to be strong anymore.
I'm preyed upon and followed. I move to survive.
She hunts in the fall. Once and for all - prove you're alive!
Love stays away from me. I'm out of breath generally.
Damned if I do and I face the death penalty.
The walls may come down but the flames climb.
Maybe if we both let go at the same time.
If only just once we can withdraw in private,
Hurricanes will come but maybe we'll survive it.
And if nothing kills us now, then surely something later would.
Let's never meet - it's probably for the greater good...
Michael Ives
this is absolutely amazing.
momorokoko
now that's fucked up! but amazing! they are the true digital band
caitlindevereaux
Amazing Lyrics..
Olimpo R.
Sick lyrics.
reddyuda
Sick.