quoted 8 lines There were no announcements and nothing like a schedule; attending an> There were no announcements and nothing like a schedule; attending an
>electronica party is like swimming through a sea of rumor. It was known that
>the Aphex Twin, whose real name is Richard D. James -- the brilliant rascal of
>electronica, and one of its true artists -- would head the bill with a
>disk-jockey set, but nobody had a clue when he would start. Gossip had it
>that
>he came on at 3:30, and was stopped after 15 minutes by management because
>regular patrons started to flee from his tortured, skewered beats.
Reminds me of the Aphex Aphectations at the Trocadero in Philadelphia about
2 years back. Orbital opened the show, all were dancing like headless
chickens or flopping around like headless fish, a melodic dance-oriented
lush (sic) set from the bug-eyed aliens on stage. Aphid hit the stage
with a dancer who seemed to be experiencing a prolonged seizure, though no
one seemed concerned enough to phone a medic. Actually, one could hardly
see Aphluent in the darkened space behind racks of decks. His music began
as an amicable segue from the Orbital dancefriendliness, and rapidly
(d)evolved into artful noise. The floor cleared. We retired to the
upstairs balcony to watch the mayhem. Migraine-inducing feedback and
sirens over overdriven effects-processed beats. People were dying, if not
leaving. Poor popstar Melville Moby had to follow this exodus-induction!
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