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Shilo’s September Events

Posted in Events, Festivals with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 1, 2009 by worldromper

As always, I keep this post updated throughout the month and you can find it by looking in the right-hand column on my main page under “Shilo’s Event Calendar.”

With Burning Man, Symbiosis Gathering and Decibel Festival, it is going to be one hell of a September!

  • 1-7 Burning Man, Black Rock City, NV! SEE YOU ON THE PLAYA!
  • 2: Low End Theory w/Peanut Butter Wolf (video set)
  • 6: Brainfeeder Sessions @ Downtown Independent w/Dorian Concept & Strangeloop
  • 5: Pure Filth presents BASSFACE w/Benny Page
  • 9: Low End Theory w/Hudson Mohawke, Dorian Concept, Mamiko Motto, Cinnaman & residents
  • 10: Friends of Friends Party @ The Echo w/LAZER SWORD, Ghosts on Tape, Rainbow Arabia & Hecuba
  • 11: Compression @ King King
  • 12: DESTROY LA w/Flying Lotus, Daedelus & Gaslamp Killer @ Henry Fonda Theatre
  • 15: Emu & Geno Cochino @ Zanzibar
  • 16: Low End Theory w/SamIYam, Take, Sacred, Lefto & more
  • 16: Scion House Party @ the Roxy w/N-Type, Pinch, Gaslamp Killer & 12th Planet
  • 17-21: Symbiosis Gathering, Camp Mather
  • 18: Pure Filth presents BASSFACE w/MALA, The Professionals, more
  • 19: CASPA, Matty G, Rod Azlan & more @ Smog
  • 23: Low End Theory w/Mary Anne Hobbs
  • 25: HieroGlitch w/Ill Gates, Audiovoid & more
  • 26: ABSURD in LA
  • 26: Break Open LA w/Teebs, Matthew David, Strangeloop, Kutmah, Remo & more @ Junction Block
  • 24-27: Decibel Festival in Seattle
  • 29: Breaking Atoms w/Take & Free the Robots
  • 29: Pure Filth @ the Airliner w/Special Guests from the UK
  • 30: Low End Theory w/Tokimonsta, Devonwho, residents & more TBA

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Decibel Festival Showcase Spotlight: dB in duB Part 2: DUBSTEP MASSIVE

Posted in Events, Festivals, Music News with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 26, 2009 by worldromper

Are you ready for the biggest dubstep show the Pacific Northwest has ever seen?

Happy Decibel!With a climate of overcast skies and damp, chilly nights quite similar to that of dubstep’s birthplace of the UK, the Pacific Northwest is a natural fit for the dark, dank genre. Like the rest of the West Coast, dubstep has monsooned this evergreen land with an ocean of wobbly bass. Here and around the world, leagues of dubsteppers are forming and uniting with producers and DJs to celebrate a growing passion for the bassline-driven rhythms and violent whomp of the fresh new sound.

Monkeytek and Dubtek represent Portland and Seattle, respectively, delivering a double dose of dubstep with a distinct regional flavor alongside the lyrical stylings of DJ Collage. From the UK Boxcutter brings a bag of tricks to lay over the dubstep structure, inventively and intelligently using a broad palette of inspiration from acid techno to jazz and pushing the genre forward over the edge of experimental electronica. Award-winning DJ, producer and radio host N-Type brings his weight to the massive; this club legend champions the latest dubplates on his RinseFM show, sending the message of clean beats and pure filth all over the world. Wiping up the rest of the brains dripping out of your ears is Caspa, who takes no prisoners. This London dubstep king’s label Dub Police is dominating the genre. Caspa’s crispy sound is a wild and dirty-fun party that pops out of the top of your head and at the same time caresses that dark streak down your back like an illicit lover. His music doesn’t step, it stomps.

Adding to the frothy mix are two of the world’s finest MCs, Rod Azlan and Juakali, who bomb-drop their rhymes like agents of peace, spreading positive vibes with each utterance. Three of the UK’s biggest names in dubstep backed up by local Green Coast talent guarantees dB in duB Part 2: Dubstep Massive to slap you in the face with impossible bass, move your body in ways you have never seen, and grind your soul down deep into the dance floor. In the very best way possible.

dB in duB Part 2: DUBSTEP MASSIVE takes place Friday, September 25 at Motor. Click here for ticket sales and more information.

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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