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Compression 4-Year Anniversary: Claude VonStroke & SF Dirtybird Crew this Friday

Posted in Events, Music News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 23, 2009 by worldromper

AH shit!

Friday night at Cinespace Robtronik presents the 4-Year Anniversary of Compression, featuring Claude VonStroke and the Dirtybird crew from San Francisco etc. including Christian Martin, Justin Martin, Voodeux (AKA KiloWatts & Tanner Ross) and Monty Luke. Also on hand are Compression deejays Andre Ezer and Matt Xavier, and expect a big crowd as this is VonStroke’s LA Album Release Party for his second album, Bird Brain, and a stop on his world tour as well.

Dirtybird is pretty much a synonym for BANGIN‘ and I am really excited to hear Claude VonStroke again; at Symbiosis this TITAN of West Coast Sound was shaking the trees from their roots to their leaves and every single face on his dance floor had a stupid, beat-eating smile plastered across it. He works the dance floor like a tool, bending and working it like Superman with a bar of metal, expelling shrieks and screams and hands in the air. Oh I am excited! His Myspace profile lists ghettotech in addition to house and techno and dear GOD, let’s hope he dips into the dirty for a least a couple of tracks. Also posted are influences: YOUR MOM and sounds like: CHICKEN.

All the elements are coming together for this one, including Funktion One sound, two rooms, 21+, 9:30-4AM, and you can RSVP for reduced entry right here.

Joker, Zomby, 12th Planet & MC Nomad @ Roxy June 17 *FREE*

Posted in Events with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2009 by worldromper

Next week is another Scion House Party at the Roxy in West Hollywood, showcasing for free some sweet names in dubstep on a Funktion One soundsystem: LA’s own 12th Planet, and UK’s Zomby, MC Nomad, and JOKER, who comes to us from the magic psychedelic causeway of the Purple City.

The show is free as long as you RSVP here; but don’t drag ass next Wednesday or you might not make it in the door.

See you on the dance floor. 

P.S. I love my Scion aka the Stash Box aka the VIP Room:

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Dubtroit, Glitch Mob & Droid Behavior last week in LA

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 5, 2009 by worldromper

Not all at once!

Hey so I have been snoozing on my reviews, spending too much time writing for money and stupid shit like that, my bad.

Ah who am I kidding, I’ve been partying all week and weekend long in LA. Epic good times, so here ya go: one dubstep night, one glitchy fever fest, and one techno extravaganza. BECAUSE I ONLY LIKE PSYTRANCE.

 

  • DUBTROIT in OC on 4/28: Stenchman, Emalkay, Seven and Unit

I drove about an hour to get to the venue, Detroit Bar, which was in a strip mall in Costa Mesa. For those of you not in LA, neither is that. I had some friends coming up from San Diego and I figured if they could haul their asses all the way to the OC, so could I.

MASTER decision. What looked on the exterior to be a freaky slice of American death culture in strip mall form turned out to be a sweet little club. No cover for early bird club nerds like me (until you needed to go to your car for drinks and smokes, ahem), a cute dance floor under the raised DJ booth, and decent sound for sure.

My only disappointment for the night was the fact that 12th Planet didn’t play although he was on the lineup; but Seven and Emalkay were pleasingly sticky-dirty. The latter did NOT beat mothafuckas, for the record.

Stenchman owned the night with his closing set, performing in a freak-ass mask that is straight outta Batman Begins or some shit. Although he is from the UK, his set was not as heavily saturated with that signature druggy bass. Some dubstep soaks up the overcast, rainy climates where it is produced and takes on a more ominous, somber tone which tends to make me feel drunker than I am with its droning pull towards the ground.

Stenchman gave danceable dubstep, and I loved it. Dubtroit at Detroit Bar is definitely worth the hour drive (thank you Smog!) and I will be returning fo sho. Check out pictures of the show here.

 

  • GLITCH MOB w DJ AM on 4/30 @ La Cita in downtown LA

Another free show, another beautiful night in LA. Again this poor freelancer arrived early to avoid the super expensive $5 cover; the opening DJ was laying down straight fucking disco under a sign that said “THESE DEEJAYS DON’T TAKE REQUESTS.” 

So of course I walked up to the decks and screamed, “CAN YOU PLAY SOME R KELLY?” over the throbbing dance beats. GOD I love the look that line gets me! He did have some R Kelly but thankfully was able to tell that I was joking. What can I say? I’m a flirt.

La Cita is a deep and skinny club, with a long bar and a fat outside area with a boxing-ring type dance floor in the middle, surrounded by tables. Almost all of the people I talked to had no idea who the hell the Glitch Mob was. “Four DJs all at once?”

Anyway it seemed like hours- no wait, it WAS hours before the Glitch Mob came on; I wandered around talking to strangers and spilling beer and dancing with the mad crowd out on the floor going a little nuts to DJ AM who was laying down thick waves of house music; the freaks were lapping it up and ripping down signs and shit.

Now, as much as I love house music which is more than most of you reading this, I was hella stoked to see edIT and Boreta and OOah and Kraddy walk in. Their laptops were set up on what I thought was a buffet line. A buffet of bass. Pile it on.

Anyone not in the LA area who doesn’t get to see the Glitch Mob on a regular basis has no idea what sweet ass new tunes they are missing. The boys played West Coast Rocks and Bubblin’ in the Cut but they also laid hella new tracks down, ah yes.

Things were stupid sweaty up on the front of the floor with tons of crazy chicks being all pushy-shovey; I have just accepted the fact that when I see the Glitch Mob (in LA, anyway) that shit will be jam packed with little room to actually dance. I COULD move to the back of the dance floor, but then would I be able to read the buttons on edIT’s Lemur that say: “SHRED, SMEAR, SLAY, and MANGLE?” No, no I would not.

SO YEAH super fatty set once again from the Glitch Mob. Put some of those new tracks out guys, or some live mixes. The people want it! DO IT! 

 

  • DROID BEHAVIOR Interface 27  on May 2 w/Dean Paul, Miro Pajic, Alex Delano, Tony Rohr, Audio Injection vs. Drumcell, & Clint Stewart.

OH BUT THE VERY BEST party of the week was without a doubt Droid Behavior on Saturday night in random warehouse location #487 with a Funktion One sound system. I arrived around 1AM after getting lost as shit (it’s on the waiver) and was so excited I was about to jump out of the top of my head.

This the kind of techno party you dream about, the night that other parties want to be, the energy that producers all over the world wish they could achieve. This is why people are jealous of LA; booming techno for giant room of dancing freaks and friends all night long.

All night, until I wandered outside around 630 AM and had the whole, “OH SHIT IT’S DAYLIGHT!” revelation. Tight visuals as well, except towards the end when they just changed it to these static pinstriped squares which was kind of weird- I would prefer pitch black. Check out a video from Saturday night here, or check out the Interface 27 photo stream on Flickr here.

I don’t know when or where the next Droid Behavior party will be, but I will be there for sure. I kind of just want to follow the Funktion One system around the LA area and dance to whatever is coming out. 

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT! Dubstep, Disco, House, Glitch Hop, and Techno and one happy Shilo. Which looks like this:

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Rusko Drowns LA in Ocean of Bass

Posted in From the Front Lines (Show Reviews) with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 12, 2009 by worldromper

All photos by Staticka, who rocks.

You guys are getting another Rusko review. Another dubstep review. From another ridiculous night of bass music on your West Coast.

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This morning I feel like I was struck by lightening. I feel like the cells of my body have been injected with electricity and are all dancing inside of me with their arms in the air screaming “yeah!” My heart was still racing last night when I arrived home, over an hour after I had walked off the dance floor. I was 100% straight-edge sober. But I was high as fuck.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaWalking up to the ticket table outside of Lot 613 in downtown LA last night, people were already yelling, “What did you say?!?” from thirty feet outside the venue’s closed doors, the booming waves of bass flowing out into the night like a typhoon. Just while I was waiting to go in, no less than ten people came out to get the free earplugs (mad props to the promoters on that one). I knew it was going to be a good night.

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Like always, I headed right down front. The sound from the Funktion One sound system was REDONKULOUS. Destructo was up having a hell of a time throwing beats, just lovin’ it, as was the following DJ Skeet Skeet, mixing up everything from Deadmau5 to a chick version of One (The Loneliest Number). The dance floor was heaving like a minor drinking Everclear.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaI have a few words of advice for my fellow dancers at the front of the floor: Ladies, you don’t have try and be sexy when you dance. Dancing IS sexy. Humping the stage and giving a Tootsie Pop a blowjob while you slither around puts you in the giant group of LA club kids who are trying too hard. In the words of a master: “Do or do not; there is no try.”

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And guys guess what? I may be a tiny little blond thing, but do NOT try and push me out of the way on the dance floor. I am a mountain. A bouncing, twisting, dancing mountain. I earn my place at the front of the room on a nightly basis and no jerkface standstill is going to elbow me behind him. I create and keep my dancing space and I do it with a smile.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaHere’s a quick tip for everybody: don’t set your FUCK-ing drinks on the shaking table where all of Rusko’s equipment is set up; his laptop, his keyboard, and his boxes full of knobs. Are you fucking stupid? Go suck off a Blow Pop, please. At the back of the room.

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Thankfully they had some security up front; I was actually a bit worried at first about the proximity of Rusko’s setup to the dozens of drunk, air-spanking hands, but a suited bouncer was sent to stand and protect. I wedged in between him and a giant speaker, two unmovable blocks which gave me a sweet little space to dance in for the night.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaAs Skeet Skeet is playing I see Rusko start moving his way through the crowd to get down front. People are elbowing him, pushing. They don’t recognize their headliner. I do; he’s a fairly tall guy and besides that he was rockin’ a multicolored fluorescent jacket and a red plaid cap on top of his proto-mullet. He made it to the front and hopped on stage.

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Madness. The density at the front of the dance floor doubled almost immediately. My small space got even smaller. My knees are bruised and bloody this morning from repeatedly hitting them on the edge of the stage which fell right at knee-level for me. I had another new experience last night, and my third dance-related injury of the week: I was dancing so hard that I bashed my head into the speaker. For real. There is only one thing you can do after that happens: laugh at your dumbass self and keep dancing.

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Rusko performed live. Live in a tee shirt that said, “Yes I Am and No, You Can’t.” When I saw him at the Roxy he was on crippled equipment and he STILL killed. But this show, with the sound and the MC and the bass guitar was no comparison. And besides, dubstep just sounds better in a warehousey venue in gritty downtown LA than at a cha cha club in Hollywood. It tastes better.

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Rusko would jump on the bass guitar off and on to further bassify his music because there obviously wasn’t enough. At one point of his set he just turned down the bass as low as it would go, testing the speakers’ limits and drenching us all in the sweet sound of the low end. I love to hear producers playing out their own tracks; Rusko played new stuff, he mixed old stuff, he tweaked every track I love and he sweated his face off. For the first bit of his set, the massive bass vibrations kept bumping off his system, his laptop. Dancers in the crowd offered up their discarded clothing, of which there was plenty, to cushion the equipment. Problem solved.

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During these seconds and throughout the whole night, the very talented MC Rod Azlan kept things going with a melodic style, rapping with almost an island-lilt. So many MCs are a bit too machine-gun monotone for me; Rod Azlan was a breath of fresh air.

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About a hundred people were taking photos and filming, occasionally turning the lights up to get a better shot; I am sure I am in some of them looking like I just stepped out of a shower. The sweat was dripping off my earrings and my necklace and pouring into my eyes, and by the end of the set I could hardly see. I could hardly breathe.

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Just like at the Roxy, Rusko finished off with a little drum and bass insanity- or so we thought. “ONE MORE!” everyone chanted and finally the tall, afroed guy beside me got his wish: he had made a pen and notebook paper sign that said “I AM A COCKNEY THUG” and had been holding it up all night long. He gave it to Rusko as a parting gift, after we had all choked on our own fucked-up ribs.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaMY favorite track last night was “Sound Guy is My Target,” which Rusko teased us with early on and then gave full blast closer to the end. Good GOD that track murders. I just got it this week and have been listening to it fanatically; though I really love it at the end of Rusko’s BBC Radio 1 Essential Mix, where it slams down near the end and may be the best climax I have heard on any mix EVER.

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Rusko finished to wild crowd chaos and impromptu huggery at the front of the dance floor; time to chill, right? NO. 12th Planet took the stage and proceed to freaking KILL. I went to get a bottle of water which I downed immediately, hit the bathroom in the very back of the venue where the bass was rattling the mirrors on the wall like a nine point earthquake, then emerged to hear a fatty mix of “Rock the Bells” (MORE LOW JINGLE BELLS IN THE DUBSTEP PLEASE) and “Explicit” by Emalkay: you know, “I beat motha-fuckas! I beat motha-fuckas!” SO good.

http://www.jefftovar.com/statickaAnd the night continued on, and we danced even more, and we swam with delight in an ocean of bass. The water is fantastic, and I am never getting out.

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Click here to see all the photos of Rusko Live! shot by Staticka.

Thanks, Staticka!

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