JIMMY THE LOCK: Nocando’s Record Release Party @ Low End Theory (Review)
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.