mr. zilla goes to town

Sunday, January 30, 2005

bugz in the basement

Last night Ms Z and I got just what the doctor ordered in the basement of the Medicine Bar down in Shoreditch. Thanks to arriving on the dot of 8:59pm, for the princeley sum of zero pounds - yes, zero pounds, zero pence - we got a dose of the finest broken beats in the world, courtesy of Jazzanova's Roskow and Bugz in the Attic's Daz I Kue and Mikey General. Simply superb uptempo sonic syncopation. Try saying that with your teeth in. As much as I still love many other flavours of music, this stuff is mentally addictive. Addictively mental. Its like breakbeat without the scaffolding and elevator jazz with the cables cut. Can't wait for King Britt and Kyoto Jazz Massive coming through the same venue in the next month or so.


  • Good on ye mate, sounds far better than the somewhat painful night of Thievery Corporation that Sean and I endured.

    Eric and Rob spent the first hour playing unmixed, unsequenced choons. Cohesiveness along the lines of a wedding deejay soused on cheap champagne. It became clear [a] they were out of practice despite touring for the past two years or [b] they bought a shitload of vinyl down in Mexico (whilst playing New Year's Eve) and wanted to show it off and/or [c] their cocaine dealer was stuck in Beltway traffic. The second hour was completely opposite. Incredible africa+disco+funkydub+afewfromtheoldCDs tracks in a slick progression. Maybe I am artificially enthralled as a consequence of my minimal exposure to decent Euro spinners?

    By Blogger Malicious Monk, at 4:13 pm  

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