Category: NIGHTLIFE


MY NEW FAVORITE PARTY


NAME: The Bunker
NIGHT: first Fridays
LOCATION: Public Assembly
MUSIC: minimal techno, deep-tech
STORY: “What’s a good Friday party?” “I don’t go to clubs on the weekends.” “Things just aren’t the same anymore.” You’ve heard it a hundred times. What’s worse? People are starting to get used to the fact that due to poor talent management, bad attitude, and utter mispromotion, clubbing in New York City is simply not an option on the weekend. New York’s lush new night spots and velvet ropes may never appeal to those who still remember when some promoters had more than money on their mind on any given night. Parties may never be as spontaneous as they were when patrons really supported their discos, Amanda Lepore danced for tips, and Larry Levan deejayed for brownies. Not to mention even today’s highest paid “superstar djs” are really as predictable as your average pop radio station. Still there is one party, yes just one, that manages to satisfy our love for the unexpected tracks, unpretentious party personalities, and mostly undefinable experiences.

The Bunker is held in a large dark cavernous space that bends around a corner to a back room where a second dj is set up on the floor instead of on stage. The stage is where transcontinental beatniks groove around freely, hiding those seated along the wall who may have had too much. Through the back room there is also access to an alley outside where you can enjoy some privacy and fresh air with your new (probably foreign) friends. The sound system is full and clear from every corner; the whole place pulsates. The most amazing part is there is never a long line and there is no secret name you can say to get in any faster. The party usually goes into the early morning anyway so there’s really no hurry. It isn’t polite to push people out the door at 4am is it? There’s truly something special about The Bunker that has kept the best djs in the world on the bill. One day when The Bunker is history and nightlife is once again reserved for the exclusive jet-set we may sit back and say “things just aren’t the same anymore.” It’s a different world. That’s what you’ll love about it.

Djs for the following weeks include Marcel Dettmann, Marcel Fengler, Eric Cloutier, Move D and Anthony Parasole in addition to amazing residents Spinoza and Derek Plaslaiko

REVIEW: SALEM (JUNE 20/NYC)


Here’s a band we don’t hate. They’re an electo buzz-band, yes, but are they typical? Emphatically, no. Their music first made its way across our desk last week along with a mysterious invitation to a private show in the Financial District. They won us over immediately with their eerie DIY darker than dark sound. Salem is really dark. The words sadness, goth, hate, and depression will all come to mind as soon as you press play. If Salem beats were on their way to work they would be crossing the bridge from dronesville to tech-town followed by an enchanted ferry ride toward hip-hop land. Trust us, when the beats arrive at the office they’re sent home right away because they scare the shit out of the rest of the staff. After reading loads of crap about their “cult status” and their “utter vagueness” we felt obligated to find out if they were in fact literally amazing. The music was just too good not to investigate especially since no one we knew had any real leads on where these guys came from. The group has granted very few interviews. “My old roommate’s ex-boyfriend’s band”, an acquaintance explained.

The performance was held at the China Chalet, a not so shabby two-story restaurant located on the creepy end of Broadway near Wall Street. Around half past midnight the ballroom on the second floor began to fill with heavy fog. A video projection of frightening police brutality footage flickered and became steady. Salem is as sexy as they come. John Holland, with his long feminine hair in his face as he slowly hums the lyrics into the microphone, stands between his drop dead gorgeous colleagues Heather Marlatt and Jack Donoghu. They are at once intimate and detached, emotional and cool. Donoghu especially has a face for magazines but what’s more exciting is his tendency to keep his fingers on the left most keys of his Korg synth, ensuring the deepest bass lines possible. The vocals are also heavily distorted which really adds to the druggy chopped and screwed feel. The show was great. A truly visceral experience, you can feel this band a mile away.

Please don’t bother listening to Salem via computer speakers or earbuds; it would be a waste of time. Salem must only be experienced in full bass on your real speakers or in the ballroom of a smoke filled Chinese restaurant/lounge.

NEW FAVORITE PARTY

NAME: Kiss & Tell
NIGHT: Wednesday (first Wednesday of each month)
LOCATION: Rose Bar
MUSIC: Nothing but jams.
STORY: NY techno superheros spinning everything BUT techno. For example, we all know Derek Plaslaiko (Bunker, Ghostly) is a grade-A electronic DJ but what you may not know is once in a while he needs to kick out the Motown. This weeks theme is ‘work out music’. Music to get hot to. Tonight’s special guest Dame Darcy (Fantagraphics Books, Village Voice, Jane Magazine, Anna Sui etc etc) will be dishing out the tarot card truth for those of you brave enough to sit with Dame Darcy for more than 2 minutes.

DRAGONETTE! LIVE! FREE!

Yo-ster.com is pleased to announce Dragonette will do an early live show at Alex English’s weekly Robot Rock party at Le Royale tonight in New York City. Dragonette has been climbing up the UK pop charts for months, working with the likes of Van She and Midnight Juggernauts on flawless remixes we have been dangerously obsessed with since 2007. Just after my 5th dose of Patrone, I (sort of) remember asking Midnight Juggernauts to play their remix of I Get Around at my birthday party. I know trotting up the stairs to make a request in my condition (a request!? definitely sloshed, DEFINITELY) was unwise but it was my birthday, dammit, and I was determined to hear my favorite song.

Get ready New York, the sexiest pop stars in London are prepared to take you with them on a journey through intergalactic pop perfection.

10pm
21 7th ave south at Leroy
RSVP List@GBH.com


Debbie and Daphne of the always perverted New York via Miami rap duo Avenue D (short for Avenue Dreams) are calling it quits after a short but successful, scantily clad career. Too often these types of high concept, jokey pop groups stay together way too long, producing crappier and crappier albums (Gravy-train!!!!). Avenue D’s adventurous music will live forever in the sweatiest basements and dirtiest dance floors in Miami. If you are not familiar with any of their music beyond 2005’s MEGA HIT “Do I Look Like A Slut”, I highly recommend searching for more. Their duet with Cazwell on “Sex That I Want” is quite the jam, if you can find it. Party with these truly outrageous girls one last time at their farewell show this Saturday, December 1st at Area 51 in Brooklyn.

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