went to a friends birthday party tonite that was being held at the
global village, what do you know - the location of our new club
'metric'. many of my pre-idm friends are seriously into synthpop music
which i just cannot fathom in the age of skam. anyhow, there where
around 100 people there who came to see two synthpoppy bands play and
wish my friend a happy birthday. they where...uhh...synthpop. the last
band finished with a depeche mode cover if that means anything. i talked
my way into djing after the second band was done. the crowd was
seriously ready to dance after that dm cover, they were hungry for some
erasure or something i reckon. a hippy chick in black with a shaved head
and a headband was at the mixing desk and doing the lights. when the
band finished i got up on the riser behind the decks and opened up my
black bag. i told the hippy to turn the lights down real low so she did
leaving only the black lights on. 'what are you going to do?' she asked.
'you'll see,' i told her. i put on the first track of kulma by
panasonic. people looked very confused. 'what are you doing?' asked the
hippy in confusion. 'nothing,' i told her 'thats the track.' the owner
came up and asked what was wrong. i told him the same thing. as the
track morphed from noise and test patterns into a little groove a few
people bobbed their heads. some where leaving. most didn't know what was
going on. as the track went out i let a few seconds of silence fill the
air. then i hit them with the screamer from ab4. a few people jumped in
their chairs and alot of them covered their ears. 'you're scarring them
off,' said the hippy chick quite worried. 'cool, huh?' i awnsered back.
People began walking out in droves, i had cleared most of the 100 people
in the room in about 6 minutes. as ab4 went off i hit them with some
evane and everyone else bolted outside. i had a wicked time mixing in
noises from kulma with evane using the cd pitch control. the hippy
chick, who was helping take down the synth pop bands gear was seriously
pissed. 'this is just fucking noise, and i can't stand fucking noise!'
she screamed at one of the synth pop band members obviously wanting me
to hear. 'it's not fucking noise,' i shouted back at her 'it's art!'
then i gave the few punters left some tupilaq which went quite nicely
into industrial folk songs. the managment gave up and started puting
chairs on the tables. the hippy chick was now seriously hostile. she
brought up some james cd and slammed it near the cd player. 'track one!'
she ordered. i let the industrial folk song finish just to piss her off
and then slowed down her lovely james as much as it would go with the cd
pitch controls and let it rip. the warbly singer sounded even more
retarded pitched way down. she didn't like that very much. i gathered up
my gear, put my black bag over my shoulder and headed outside to talk
with my friends in the other room. IDM: 1, Synthopop: 0.