FACE GOT BASSED at Pure Filth with Joker & Nosaj Thing
Oh wow. It’s Monday and my cells are still shaking like little jello cubes from the massive thunderstorm of bass that slammed down on Saturday night. BASSFACE was ON.
Dubstep is very sound system-dependent music. Sure, every electronic genre hits best blasting out of a ridiculous stack of speakers, but dubstep practically requires it. On a rig like Pure Filth‘s, dubstep comes to life, lumbering at you like a mutant animal from a feral dream, with fur and horns and claws and big teeth and wild eyes and a crushing gate. If you haven’t heard dubstep on a proper sound system, well…you are hearby invited to the next Pure Filth show.
Lot 613 is a neat venue with somewhat of a playground feel; with separate indoor and outdoor areas there is plenty of room to run around, space for artists to do their thing, a line of booths for smoking or canoodling and a snack bar for late-night munchies. Stacks of television sets served as visuals fodder for Strangeloop and Kemst was jumping around working things into a lather. Sadly I missed Heru‘s opening set, but by 11PM the line outside was growing quick like a black snake firework and Novocaine9 was inside thrilling the early crowd, which was as hopped up and lively as always. The energy in Los Angeles is irrefutable; it seeps into every cracked smile at each underground venue, sparking ideas in the minds and fire in the eyes of the dance floor. LA is always ready for a good time.
Soon Nosaj Thing was on; this young producer has a legion of loyal followers who were out in force to hear his unique take on beat music, fusing several imaginable genres and then some. Crafty and sincere, the artistry evident in each layer of sound he lays down is always intriguing and entertaining; his tracks seem to dance in the air, deft and powerful castles of sound whose beauty is undeniable.
The crowd was ready and salivating for Joker; after an earlier customs snafu I was just glad to see he made it back into the States and was able to perform the show. MC Nomad is a complimentary match for the unassuming DJ whose stage presence belies the massive tracks he throws down, tunes so fresh they are still rubbing their eyes and shaking off the dew. And shake we did; colossal sound filled the room and allowed Joker a full sonic range and no excuses. There were too many rewinds for my taste; of course one rewind is usually too much for this dancer who wants to dance, not stop the music!
But Joker delivered a major set chock full of mountainous drops and we ate it up, swimming like lost fish in the sea of sound and putting our bodies to the bass limit, the sub-bass frequencies filling up every cell and every nucleus of every cell. The Pure Filth show Saturday night felt like the crux that the whole dubstep world was rotating on; in LA we tend to think we live in the center of the entertainment universe (because we do), but things are happening in the world of electronic music in this city right now that send a lightening bolt of electricity up my spine. The enthusiasm is undeniable and irresistible, and the Pure Filth show on Saturday night was absolutely delicious.
After Joker, the Professionals came on and proceeded to mop up the dance floor with what was left of people’s brains; in my case that was not much. However I know I wasn’t the only one wishing that the party went at least until 4AM! As always Pure Filth put on a quality show, achieving the right feel with the crowd and creating a swirl of energy, and I wanted it to swirl right on into the morning light. But I had more parties to go to, more dance floors to shut down, more friends to hug and more ass to shake, so I walked off into the fine LA evening, a deeper bass bounce in my step and a face full of Pure Filth, AKA: THE BASSFACE.