KW had a rare Friday night free. I put DSL through 4hrs of post work dinner and wine with me and 3 girlfriends before leaving him to clear up & heading out with KW for a girls night out. Its a rare thing that I go out clubbing without there being a specific DJ I am going out to see. We searched RA for techno in London on Friday 17th May and the only techno nights listed were Clock #3 and Modeselektor and Apparat at the Roundhouse. We went to Clock, ADJ went to the Roundhouse. Here's his review of the gig (shortened as he deleted what he sent me before I could write it up - twit!):
Apparat was great and I could have danced all night to him. Modeselektor was definitely more for the kids and I was not down with it - ADJ
|The Rhythm Factory|
opposite the venue and were immediately greeted by the foulest stench in the air... the funk of forty thousand years... The sewers/drains outside were VILE. We hurried in and the front bar /cloakroom area stank too. ONWARDS... the back rooms were not subject to vileness and were lightly scented with incense. Lovely. The place was however dead. There were about 6 people in there. Undetterred we got the drinks in and proceeded to dither over whether or not to use the cloakroom (we opted no until it filled up a bit) and got to the business of critiquing and dancing....
First up was resident DJ Tiffany Marcquet. We like her. Girls night out - girl DJ - it's as if we planned it. Tiffany was playing tech-house with big beats and snares and menacing acid undertones. It was all bouncy and fun and a great way to get the party started - if only more people had been there in the first place. Our favourite track was this:
Next to hit the decks was Red Pig Flower, a trendy looking Asian lass delivering us shooms and squelches and overtones of psy trance in her techno beats. This moved into some pretty serious moody bass that had rather lovely more soulful melodies, a fair few Green Velvet style tracks progressing on to some warm summer vibes, but all with menacing techno bass lines.
All this female action behind the decks sparked a conversation between an KW on the subject. Red Pig
Flower was playing some great tunes but was losing our attention towards the end of her set and really didn't look much like she was enjoying herself up there. We both like to see a DJ enjoying themselves behind the decks, or at least engaging with the audience. KW feels that she deals OK with a male DJ being a bit dead behind the eyes, but that she expects women to be properly having it up there and dancing about and being fiesty and sexy behind the decks. I imagine she'd enjoy watching Nina Kraviz (click the link if you've not seen the documentary; join the debate), although maybe not listening to her. I think KWs intolerance to "boring" women is due to the fact that the female sex is generally more in tune with their emotions and more ready to share them. When we personally love a piece of music you see that in our faces and in the way we move. We expect other girls to do the same. We are not boys; We do not know how things work inside their brains. Therefore if they are moody and mysterious behind the decks we don't mind. Anyhow, the long and short of it is that we felt Red Pig Flower needs to think about looking up and interacting with the audience a bit more - you can't afford not to when the crowd is so small. We liked the first half the set but got bored towards the end.
The place was filling up with students from nearby halls and a few others by the time Match Hoffman started. We'd seen him getting ready to play - over 6ft tall, big guy with a bald head and a big beard and black
The Seawolf by Underground Resistance.
Next up we saw two skinny pasty looking guys getting ready to play with blunt angular fringes. I went to get a drink and when I next turned back towards the decks there were two hooded masked figures at the decks. Now masks can go one of two ways. It either signals something amazing is about to happen or it means a world of total bollocks is about to unfold from the speakers. These were cool masks. And the set
|Sub Secret - taken from Facebook|
Overall, this night was not the best but, it was also not the worst. It may be the most attention that I have paid to sets for ages. I had no idea who any of the DJs were and there were many varied styles and unexpected gems - more variety of style and sound than I have heard in one room at a techno night.
And so we went to get our coats and KW had lost her tickets. Her number was only one after mine so we pleaded for the coat and bag to our massive delight... not only did they hand them over, but they told us how someone found her tickets and handed them in - they could have stolen it - sometimes people are actually just good and nice. WIN :)
I got home, drank a camomile tea and watched very many episodes of Game of Thrones Series 1. Sex and Dragons. What more does a TV show need?!
DSL was away all weekend, leaving me to go techno dancing with TIR, Jammy, & Hilda. We were headed to Entail Presents Warehouse Party with Speedy J at Crucifix Lane. I was really looking forward to a) seeing Speedy J for the first time (I listen to a lot of his mixes at home but seem to always miss him play in London) and b) going to Crucifix Lane for the first time - with Cable closing I am keen to be finding new places to go out.
We arrived about 12 and the dance floor was pretty low on attendees. The Entail Records DJs warmed the place up with some nice tech house. Red Pig Flower was first on and I have to say was better the night before. We were all revved up for Speedy J and none of the first 3 DJs really did much to get us ready. The tech house was just pleasant background music whilst we all chatted at the bar and had a gossip, caught up on news and slowly edged forwards. It was only when Chris Stanford took to the decks that we really made any effort to shut up and dance.
Ear to Ground's Mr. Stanford crafted a set that took the tech house and added
Chris Stanford ended his set with an all out techno onslaught of melodic Latin riff and kick arse bass, then he handed over to Speedy J. Instantly the sound changed. The production quality of the sound was
instantly higher and my ears no longer hurt - everything at the same volume but now sounding crisp and was less noisy. Rolling thunderous bass filled the arches. Happy days. Speedy J is quite serious behind the decks and not very enigmatic to watch but who cares when the tunes are that good?! I can't really pick out any highlights - Speedy Js set as the whole was a cacophony of industrial greatness and technical wizardry, punctuated only by Hilda trying to feed us Mentoes from her Mary Poppins handbag. The crowd went wild, the dance floor was full and rocking throughout. We are now down at the front.
Funny story of the night was 2 girls pointing at a very wasted guy virtually humping the speakers saying "I want whatever he had" and then him turning around and saying "alright, follow me" and leading them off.
I am told that the people that own Crucifix Lane also ran Cable and so I am quite surprised at the difference in sound quality between the two venues.
Grandpa TIR was whinging about the volume again so we moved back a bit.
The final DJ I think was Philip Row. There was an instant energy change from the last DJ but no one was
going to match Speedy J. Eerie whistles and howls screamed through the room and industrial sounds flowed. Fresh from a chat with Speedy J about earplugs, TIR was now a happy chappy, with Elacin being Speedy J's brand of choice TIR may actually be able to buy some that work and not moan about it like an old git all night.
The venue itself I am not sure about. The crowd was lovely and the cloakroom and toilets were not exactly glam but were alright. Bar service was good and the old school feel of the place was great. I just don't like the sound system.
Following our goodbyes and exit from the building we were slightly at a loss. No Jaded. What do we do???? We opted for cocktails and headed to the Heron Tower to Duck & Waffle and its 24hrs alcohol license. It sounded like a heavenly idea. After an hour ambling across the pavements of central London following
directions from a constantly re calibrating Google maps, we finally made it - by which time I was so past wanting cocktails I was less than fun to be around. The view was amazing, the company lovely but grumpy pants here had a tea and wondered home. Will defo be back there for breakfast one day when I am more prepared!!! Top tip - they only serve alcohol at 7am if you are ordering food. So turn up hungry and with cash.
Apologies again for the lateness of this blog. I started writing it 2 weeks ago in rainy old England and am currently sitting on a terrace in the blazing Barcelona sun getting ready to blitz off-sonar. Get ready for reviews of Tresor, Drumcode and other fabulous parties. BRING IT ON>>>>>>