Archive for the From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) Category
- Low End Theory: Cherry Popped (January 14, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Exile “Radio” Release Party (January 21, 2009)
- Low End Theory: The Glitch Mob, Mary Anne Hobbs & Flying Lotus (January 28, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Daedelus & Nosaj Thing (February 25, 2009)
- Low End Theory: My Hollow Drum & more (March 25, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Mix Master Mike, Jneiro Jarel & the LAFD (May 20, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Nosaj Thing (July 15, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Flying Lotus (November 11, 2009)
- Low End Theory: Nocando “Jimmy the Lock” Release Party (February 17, 2010)
- Low End Theory: Poirier & Z-Trip (June 2, 2010)
[Guest Blogger- Joseph Windowstosky]
Once more into the fantastic go we! Once more into the glistening mouth of wonderment, and then aloft among cellophane flowers and cackling birds, go we! Once more the clock strikes eleventeen! Once more the pretty lady in the moon beckons and smiles! Once again into the Lucent Dossier Experience go we! Go we! Oh for heavens’ sake, go “weeeeeeeeeee!!”
If you’ve ever taken shelter under a stack of novels by Lewis Carroll, M.C. Escher, Edward Gorey, Robert Heinlein, and Shel Silverstein, and then rested your head upon a two foot clown nose, and fallen asleep there for a thousand years, and THEN (and this part is key) let yourself dream, you’ve totally been here before.
If you’ve ever licked the magic paper square, at an arboretum, on Venus, while cranking electronica mp3s and running top-speed through the pretty little red flowers, holding hands tightly with Salvador Dali and laughing from ear to ear, then yes, you totally know how it is.
If you’ve been carried away by a smartly dressed chauffeur, opened a weathered letter from a long-lost stranger, fingered a tuft of cotton candy from a hick faerie clown gliding by in a tremendous hoop skirt, danced for a moment with a genteel gentleman who then bowed and flew straight up to the sky, and tasted the perfect delicate veggie masala as it melted on your tongue and warmed your heart, then I’m fairly certain you were right there beside me at the Lucent Dossier Private Party, just about a month ago. Continue reading
Or scroll down for pics & a Shlohmo video
Looking down from Austin Convention Center. Walk up the right two blocks to 6th Street.
Keepin’ Austin weird
Pitchfork “Offline” Party – Friday – Yuck on stage
Impromptu Jams All Over the Place
I Jam Therefore I Am on 6th Street in Austin, Texas
…and Marching Bands
Heaps of Panels & Workshops Each Day
Bass Invasion Compound Back Patio – Psymbionic on Deck!
DF5K with Afromonk & Ev-1
Shlohmo – Daedelus – Low Limit @ Magical Properties Showcase
A big thanks to my friend and recent LA transplant Ryan Xristopher for this review!
Friday night, Jan 28, Hollywood Area, beautiful evening, the first installment of the Screwface show via PureFilthLA, featuring Drone, the Professionals, SAMIYAM, Kemst and Lorn @ Club Gabah. Let’s do it.
Entry in, nice clean space, straight rectangle dancefloor with the DJ in front and a small seating/chill area on the left. Flown speakers facing down from the ceiling and a line of bins to make your teeth rattle and your hair blow back. You want bass? You get bass. Continue reading
For more pics check out The Do Lab’s Facebook profile here.
The Do Lab’s shows at King King are becoming my monthly trek to Hollywood. Oh I find myself in Hollyweird far more often than that, the neighborhood being somewhat of a necessary evil when you live in Los Angeles. However I try to avoid shows in Hollyhood as much as possible. In general the drinks are expensive, the people are stupid, the sidewalk smells like urine and the parking situation is almost as bad as “The Situation.”
But for The Do Lab, I will endure, because I know the music is going to be good. I know the crowd will be smiling and I know the whole club will be dancing from start to finish. I love this. Usually at clubs in LA or anywhere there is a much higher percentage of looky-loo’s than dancers, which lends itself to a creepy, voyeuristic feel. But The Do Lab’ shows are not about standing and watching. They are about crowd participation, and damn that crowd got down on Thursday night! I was impressed. Continue reading
***all photos by the amazing photographer and all-around nice guy Aaron Bennett***
Hollyweird was wildly alive on the warm summer night and screaming about it, as usual. Blessed by the gods of street parking, I bounced around the corner towards King King down Hollywood Boulevard, on a star-lined sidewalk as slippery and tilted as the revelers who traverse it. Continue reading
Poirier, Baths, Juakali, D-Styles, Nobody, Daddy Kev & Z-Trip….click here to jump to the review.
Find my review of Daedelus and Pantyraid at the Avalon April 30 in Resident Advisor here.
FYI I would have scored the music much higher and the crowd much lower than the 2.5 rating given by RA.
I came back from Coachella high as a kite, like I had been on the grass all weekend or something. Oh wait, I HAD. Continue reading
I spent much of Coachella camping, hanging out, dancing, eating and playing at The Do Lab stage & misting oasis with the beautiful cast of characters from Lucent Dossier, a theatrical performance troupe unique in this universe- and probably another few dimensions as well.
What impressed me the most was how very, very hard this group works day and night to bring elements of play into your life and to give you a taste of the absurd. It may look like all fun and games, and much of it is, but these ladies and gentlemen work their behinds off to create what was for many the highlight of Coachella 2010. Continue reading
Miami! Miami! Miami! I just spent a wild week at Winter Music Conference 2010, quite possibly the world’s largest gathering ever of electronic music fans, freaks and friends in the flashy city of blingy blue ocean waves, lazy palm trees, slick star-scrapers and an energy level almost as high as the dance floor.
A week-long cavalcade of party after party after rave after boat after beach after pool after rooftop, WMC is most definitely a one-of-a-kind experience that every electronic music lover should experience at least once before you go to meet the great beatmaker in the sky.
I knew last Wednesday night was going to be special; well MORE special than usual at Low End Theory with all the excitement in the air and the big stage open. It was the release party for Jimmy the Lock, the new album by resident host and LA rap sensation Nocando.
Haven’t heard it? Get on the fucking train. The album is being hailed as “one of the best and most forward-thinking L.A. hip-hop records in years” (LA Weekly), “a delight” (URB Magazine), “brilliantly unpredictable” (Boomkat), and features beats from Nosaj Thing, Nobody, Daedelus, Free the Robots and Thavius Beck amongst others. Click here to listen and buy Jimmy the Lock.
I stood in the line outside over and over while waiting for my friend, clowning around next to Free the Robots and Randy who carried a blue crate of records as ammunition for his set later that night. The line was jumping and we were amped!
Inside of course: I am immediately at home. The night was young and so were we, fresh out in the space with room to dance! The party got started upstairs with Dntel and Gaslamp twitching about and then we all moved outside to bask in the sweet LA night.
Nocando lovingly dedicated his track “Skankophilia” to the ladies in the crowd who cheered while those of us who knew the name of the song laughed our asses off. The people behind me were singing along to tracks that had been out two weeks; pretty much the whole crowd yelled along on cue: “SWAGNOSTIC!!“
Busdriver jumped up to rap with Nocando for the duet “Two Track Mind” and it was sometime around this time that the front of the dance floor erupted a hottie who jumped up and went nuts getting freaky on stage for a bit. There seems to always be at least one person going batshit crazy on the dance floor at Low End Theory. Sometimes it’s a guy in a headband and tube socks spinning and lunging, other times it’s a teenage girl with a hipster haircut jerk-dancing in the middle of the floor to Nobody’s set until she wears herself out. Sometimes it’s the pop-and-lockers or the breakers. Sometimes it’s me.
Gaslamp Killer loves to jump on the mic and scream random shit. With Nocando the star of the show, he gladly lept up with his freak self and kept the crowd entertained as MC, ghosting around on the side of the stage in a white hoodie while Daddy Kev slapped down the bass in the giant room:
“Low End Theory…Theory…Theory…
“OH SHIT…OH SHIT…OH SHIT!!”
“Do you wanna hear some more dope shit?!?” (APPLAUSE)
“Is LA in the HOUSE?!?” (MORE APPLAUSE!)
“IS LOW END THEORY IN THE HOUSE?!?” (MASSIVE APPLAUSE!!!)
Now- that is something, because the people of LA love the dope shit, and they REALLY love their city. But the cry for Low End Theory was the most inspired and held in the air the longest, like the heavy smoke of peach blunts.
Boom! It was over. Gaslamp directed us back upstairs for MURDER BASS where Ninja Tune’s King Cannibal went on to bring the house down and then drive over the wreckage. Here is gets a little crowded on the dance floor and in my brain, but once again we walked away from a simple night together in an scratchy club with a monstrous sound system and the earth had shifted a little off its course again.