You may recognize Stephen Black as Cate Le Bon's erstwhile bassist who has played with her since her first album. Black also makes his own music, an endearing brand of junkshop pop, as Sweet Baboo, and is set to release his new album, Wild Imagination, on June 2 via Moshi Moshi. "When I started trying to write songs for the album I was really struggling, lyrically, to find inspiration. I think everyone agrees 2016 was a pretty shitty year," says Black. "I kept thinking about my son (he’s nearly 3) and wanting to protect him from the world so I decided to try and make an album full of positivity because that’s what I know I can do and at the moment I don’t know what else to suggest."

We've got the premiere of Wild Imagination's title track. "As with a lot of this album, I wanted to convey the same sense of hope and joy I feel when I listen to Robert Wyatt or Arthur Russell singing," Black adds. Check out out, along with artwork, tracklist and an alternate album bio by Cate Le Bon, below.

Sweet Baboo will be on a short UK in June and those dates are listed below as well.



Sweet Baboo - Wild Imagination tracklist
1. The Gardener
2. Wild Imagination
3. Swallows
4. Badminton
5. Clear Blue Skies
6. The Night Gardener
7. Hold On
8. Pink Rainbow
9. Humberside
10. Californ-i-a

Sweet Baboo - 2017 Tour Dates
Monday, 12th June - The Boileroom, Guildford
Tuesday 13th June - Ramsgate Music Hall, Ramsgate
Wednesday 14th June - The Prince Albert, Brighton
Thursday 15th June - The Lexington, London
Friday 16th June - Clwb Ifor Bach, Cardiff
Saturday 17th June - Thekla, Bristol
Sunday 18th June - Soup Kitchen Manchester

Sweet Baboo a.k.a Stephen Black a.k.a “the most androgynous woman since Mo Tucker” almost packed it all in at the dawn of 2016. Fortunately you cannot split up yourself.
I suggested he fake his own death. It was met with distain at my lack of understanding.
But I understood. I love and know him well. A man like him cannot throw the towel in on something that is integral to his composition. What he needed was an attitude adjuster.
The first time I saw SB play it was 2002 and I was immediately enamored.
He was a greasy slip of a man, drunk and drinking, singing songs that were both absurd and heart breaking on an acoustic guitar with a damp rollie hanging from the corner of his lip.
It was really real.
Baboo has been prolific in the years since constantly writing, recording and self-releasing music with the single-minded fury of a man who simply must for his own sanity and with little to no acknowledgement of an audience.
Thankfully Marc Riley’s undying love alone for SB has seen to it that there was and always will be audience enough.
The unexpected success of his 2013 album, Ships, his first release on Moshi Moshi, was a triumph. Single after single was A listed on BBC 6 Music and festival crowds were singing his songs.
Viva Sweet Baboo!
But a window had now been opened to an idea of an audience that was undefined and so, impossible to please. He was catching a pneumonia that was disrupting his natural creative process.
It became a lengthier, more laborious and worrisome time trying to construct the next album. The expectation and pressure he was shoveling on top of himself engulfed everything in sight.
He came out the other end with The Boombox Ballads, an album that was nothing short of brilliant.
He wrongly identified it as failure.
The sweat pants were donned and the grey pipe was entered.

“Success is a self-build, Steve” but he was not coming out of the pants or the pipe for a long while yet.
The knots he’d tied himself up in resulted in him slamming the window to the outside world and nailing it shut.
Months passed. The pneumonia let up.
“I’m making a new album” he popped his head out from the pipe to tell us all “and I don’t give a fuck anymore”.
“You never really have” I answered “but will you kindly take off the sweat pants? “
No reply.

He was already on his way North to carve out the next record at his childhood home.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
There was palpable joy in the air.
Abandonment and freedom were fully employed as he made music for his own gratification again.
Joy to the world. Halleluiah. Halleluiah….and so on and so forth.
The result is lucid and genuine.
The greasy slip is let loose on synths and drum machines and is singing of Clear Blue Skies and Badminton.
He’s wearing real trousers again and they’re quite fancy.
The sickness is the cure!
Baboo has crafted realms of escapism and forged reactionary landscapes to the absurdity of the times and of life as a touring musician.
Dream sequences are coupled with the concrete of the mundane, both serving as a retraction from a reality he no longer wants to subscribe to.
The accompanying music follows suit. The weight of the melodies coupled with the whimsy of the instrumentation.
Within the honesty there is no agenda other than the salvation of his sanity, a man coming to terms with his existence and role on planet earth and its’ forever changing wallpaper.
And that, dear reader, is how our mercurial genius, Sweet Baboo, dressed in a sensible shirt, wool cardigan and slacks, is able to sing a funk song about Pink Rainbows whilst nobody bats an eyelid.
That was the question…was it not?
Cate Le Bon.