Post by juz on Apr 17, 2007 13:34:49 GMT
More stress than necessary in the build up too this gig, my as of late transition into sobriety has left me anything but stress free and performing new material with fresh people (as in their first gig) was an anxiety filled event I would not share with my worst enemy (or even Niel Crud for that matter) But enough about me this wasnt an evening of JuZ this was the scratch perverts and this was going too be big, for those of you wo havent heard of the scratch perverts they are 3 dj's, Im not talking about mobile disco dick disc jockeys or over paid space cadets playing ibiza to a metronone these guys are the realest deal mixing more genre's than cruds cd collection int' tumble dryer.Prime Cuts, Tony Vegas and Plus One are the Scratch Perverts hailing from London their reputation as one of the worlds most progressive DJ collectives is unparalleled; two consecutive World DMC Team titles, Plus One's World DMC Champion and World Vestax Champion titles, Prime Cut's 1999 and 2000 World ITF Scratching crowns means these boy's dont fuck about when rocking a crowd. but wait Im getting ahead myself, let me take you, in the words of Chris Martin, back to the start.
At the trainstation Colwyn Bay 30 DLO and upstart fans board with anticpation awaiting a night of drunken debauchery drugs and she devil's a plenty, we arrive at 7 ish were the lucky not performing go get pissed in the yellow pub while DLO sound check, after this, elation entered the equation when we realise the rider for everyone is 5 crates of Carlsberg export and a litre of voddie and coke.... laughing! Getting pissed before a gig is either a. a good thing b. a good thing or c. Incredibly stupid I assumed the 2 good things to the 1 bad thing was tilted to the favour of getting pissed so I indulged. Problems were a foot though, one member of DLO junior department, 4play from Hi Def is but a minor at sweet 16 and even though he was performing the manager caught sight of him and demanded he was removed, shit, this was never the plan, so plan b was put into action, cram him into VIP under a a few crates of export and sit tight and hope for the best...
The night kicked off with Rich Robertson in room 1 and twisted silva in room two, nice dubby breaks and electro were heard as I ventured between room, at this point though I was more considered about my man in vip and getting pissed than paying attention but both guys got the night off to a good start, followed by esby in the second kicking out some rock indie classics. You cant hide from time and 11 0 clock rolled on time for DLO's set with all new material and two new emcee's opening up my nerves were frayed but too my delight, the not emitted 4play
and battle brother Rkive spat like archer fish over clinically crafted Krood, Kopius and Senients beats hyping their crowd into a frenzy and for their first Live performance (cept for the workshops) stunned all in the wake of their lyrical conceptuality bringing their set to an end with the local hits true lies and what bad things? Next up was myself and Rapspittin, not the cleverest of kittens, drinking most the rider was gonna have a severe effect on the performance of the new material we had only just learnt, stepping out on stage a wave of paranoia raised through till I thought "fuck it, Im a proffesional" and repped the show how I oughta, all new material getting good reactions even the song we dont know the words for yet, oh well that ones crap anyway!
Next came a predicament, recently becoming friends with the upstarts one of North Wales fuck it North west's tighest indie band's I felt not obliged but a sense of duty to show support as they were on the same slot as the might Perverts, since human replaicators arent avaialble and probably wont be due to morale issues (hah morality) are ginger juggling act ensued which involved the opening of Scratch perverts sending the crowd into near frenzy with Roots Manuva "witness the fitness" certain friends got a little more carried away than theyd like me to mention. The set cascaded breakbeat/ hiphop beautifully intertwining the genres to have the marrionets on the dance they controlled is some kind of hip hop hypnotic trance. Leg it I thought after twenty slamming into the new wave indie the Upstarts are notorious for, jigging away I left my pint to never see it again a young man had sent it to the beer god and never came through with the promise of a fresh one....fudgeit! During all this genre jumping the beers were flowing and the dancing uincreasing in room one S.P had stepped up the madness by throwing Prodidgy in with Nirvana adding penduklum and some reggae dub Im ashamed too jot been aware... women fucking everywhere .. no time though back to the Upstarts keeping the indie crowd alight, some ediot started fucking with the frontmans mic during one of his sets but got told to behave.. fuck this is stressfull time for a fag I thinks. But the stress doesnt end here the gorilla at the door (yes we have to smoke outside now) was the rudest fat no brained prick Ive ever met screaming ghet back in my I felt like biting a little hole in his cheek or maybe his nose when he shoved me iin the chest with his ape paw. I FUCKING HATE BOUNCERS!!!! wankers. Fag over and a few lovely young ladies spoken too back upstairs and woah!! what the fuck have they done the whole floor is heaving with contorting bodies slamming to some heavy breaks, gotta get me some of this!!! Half an hour of dancing like a twat while friends float buy in some legal/illegal haze shaking hands and hugging as we plough through the floor like our feet have extremely bouncy rubber souls and we cant stay still for the fuck of it, I managed to get back to see the end of the upstarts set and went back to the VIP room for a few bevvies and a chin wag before we caught the last set of Danny Killa and ad Lehanez stomping drum and bass, their were space cadets everywhere we flung ourselves about till the thing starting to simmer down at 3:00am back to the coach...
The coach was a mess of fucked up individuals indeed a few fights nearly broke (all part of the fun) and congregation of the illest nature was happening in a way that we would never remember it was fun we fell in Old Colwyn and finally at last I passed out
At the trainstation Colwyn Bay 30 DLO and upstart fans board with anticpation awaiting a night of drunken debauchery drugs and she devil's a plenty, we arrive at 7 ish were the lucky not performing go get pissed in the yellow pub while DLO sound check, after this, elation entered the equation when we realise the rider for everyone is 5 crates of Carlsberg export and a litre of voddie and coke.... laughing! Getting pissed before a gig is either a. a good thing b. a good thing or c. Incredibly stupid I assumed the 2 good things to the 1 bad thing was tilted to the favour of getting pissed so I indulged. Problems were a foot though, one member of DLO junior department, 4play from Hi Def is but a minor at sweet 16 and even though he was performing the manager caught sight of him and demanded he was removed, shit, this was never the plan, so plan b was put into action, cram him into VIP under a a few crates of export and sit tight and hope for the best...
The night kicked off with Rich Robertson in room 1 and twisted silva in room two, nice dubby breaks and electro were heard as I ventured between room, at this point though I was more considered about my man in vip and getting pissed than paying attention but both guys got the night off to a good start, followed by esby in the second kicking out some rock indie classics. You cant hide from time and 11 0 clock rolled on time for DLO's set with all new material and two new emcee's opening up my nerves were frayed but too my delight, the not emitted 4play
and battle brother Rkive spat like archer fish over clinically crafted Krood, Kopius and Senients beats hyping their crowd into a frenzy and for their first Live performance (cept for the workshops) stunned all in the wake of their lyrical conceptuality bringing their set to an end with the local hits true lies and what bad things? Next up was myself and Rapspittin, not the cleverest of kittens, drinking most the rider was gonna have a severe effect on the performance of the new material we had only just learnt, stepping out on stage a wave of paranoia raised through till I thought "fuck it, Im a proffesional" and repped the show how I oughta, all new material getting good reactions even the song we dont know the words for yet, oh well that ones crap anyway!
Next came a predicament, recently becoming friends with the upstarts one of North Wales fuck it North west's tighest indie band's I felt not obliged but a sense of duty to show support as they were on the same slot as the might Perverts, since human replaicators arent avaialble and probably wont be due to morale issues (hah morality) are ginger juggling act ensued which involved the opening of Scratch perverts sending the crowd into near frenzy with Roots Manuva "witness the fitness" certain friends got a little more carried away than theyd like me to mention. The set cascaded breakbeat/ hiphop beautifully intertwining the genres to have the marrionets on the dance they controlled is some kind of hip hop hypnotic trance. Leg it I thought after twenty slamming into the new wave indie the Upstarts are notorious for, jigging away I left my pint to never see it again a young man had sent it to the beer god and never came through with the promise of a fresh one....fudgeit! During all this genre jumping the beers were flowing and the dancing uincreasing in room one S.P had stepped up the madness by throwing Prodidgy in with Nirvana adding penduklum and some reggae dub Im ashamed too jot been aware... women fucking everywhere .. no time though back to the Upstarts keeping the indie crowd alight, some ediot started fucking with the frontmans mic during one of his sets but got told to behave.. fuck this is stressfull time for a fag I thinks. But the stress doesnt end here the gorilla at the door (yes we have to smoke outside now) was the rudest fat no brained prick Ive ever met screaming ghet back in my I felt like biting a little hole in his cheek or maybe his nose when he shoved me iin the chest with his ape paw. I FUCKING HATE BOUNCERS!!!! wankers. Fag over and a few lovely young ladies spoken too back upstairs and woah!! what the fuck have they done the whole floor is heaving with contorting bodies slamming to some heavy breaks, gotta get me some of this!!! Half an hour of dancing like a twat while friends float buy in some legal/illegal haze shaking hands and hugging as we plough through the floor like our feet have extremely bouncy rubber souls and we cant stay still for the fuck of it, I managed to get back to see the end of the upstarts set and went back to the VIP room for a few bevvies and a chin wag before we caught the last set of Danny Killa and ad Lehanez stomping drum and bass, their were space cadets everywhere we flung ourselves about till the thing starting to simmer down at 3:00am back to the coach...
The coach was a mess of fucked up individuals indeed a few fights nearly broke (all part of the fun) and congregation of the illest nature was happening in a way that we would never remember it was fun we fell in Old Colwyn and finally at last I passed out