Unfortunately more traveling equates to less posts, hence the recent slowdown. But to make up for it were gonna trash Euro Trash Girls’ apartment this weekend, and you are all invited!
The Z.A.C.K. - 565, Where Are You || Philips
Archive for the ‘Disco’ Category
Busy-ness
Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
Event Preview: Factory Aire @ The Anchor, March 6th
Tuesday, March 4th, 2008
After a healthy hiatus we figured it was due time to resurrect the old Factory Aire pseudonym/life style/state of mind. Join us this Thursday at The Anchor (from 6pm to that arbitrary time that can only be denoted with the use of question-marks (????)), where after-work meets after-hours (or something), for some disco madness. If we have enough fun we maybe be looking at a regular thing here. So come on, come-all!
*click on flyer to view full size
After a healthy hiatus we figured it was due time to resurrect the old Factory Aire pseudonym/life style/state of mind. Join us this Thursday at The Anchor (from 6pm to that arbitrary time that can only be denoted with the use of question-marks (????)), where after-work meets after-hours (or something), for some disco madness. If we have enough fun we maybe be looking at a regular thing here. So come on, come-all!
*click on flyer to view full size
Idiotarod in Review (Part 2)
Wednesday, February 13th, 2008
*click on image to view full gallery
The next part of the race is coming back piecemeal, battle skirmishes creep back through the psyche as the post traumatic stress wears off.
We made our way past an army of panda bears as we headed towards the first check point. Thankfully we were still in heavy automobile traffic, I think those guys had throwing stars or something. We veered off Jay Street onto a smaller street, and stumbled upon our first check point, the Spank Station (or something?). We were instructed to park our cart, line up as a team, and bend over and ass up. After an invigorating go-around with wooden paddles, we received a stamp and the flyer for our next checkpoint.
All roads led to the decaying industries of South Central Brooklyn, the guillotine cart of the Marie Antoinettes lighting our way South towards warehouses. With powdered faces and blue wigs, they curtsied about in corsets and garters offering cake to other teams. Non functional was their guillotine. Quite functional were the eggs, flour, and mystery balloons of the other teams we happened to be keeping pace with. Bosley tried to slow traffic behind us, taking one in the face from a monk or a pirate with a bag of flour; D was pelted with vitamins by a team of scientists, horsepill vitamins that stick in throats and make pee turn green. As we were running too fast to actually drink any of the bar we had brought with us, we resorted to Sparks canons and whiskey squirt guns, standard fare for the all powerful cougars.
The second checkpoint was a patch of dirt and gravel running along the Gowanus Canal bordered on all sides by warehouses that looked abandoned, or whose proprietors didn’t care about having their land turn into The Thunderdome. Carts were everywhere, people were crawling about the ground, tugging-o-war, stealing shit from each other, all in what appeared to be loosely sanctioned activity. It looked like Burning Man at war. On speed.
For the first time, race officials were everywhere, shouting out orders that only seemed to add to the chaos. This is the exit! You cannot go in here! Go around to the other side and wait to be let in! Only 5 people per team are allowed in! We peered through the exit gates as we walked around the building at the lawless debauchery taking place inside. When we finally got to the front of the line, more race officials were there to enforce the 5-people-per-cart rule. We were 6. Someone was going to have to wait outside. In a panic-stricken moment of brilliance, Bosley climbs onto the bottom rack of our shopping cart, hiding under a dirty fur coat. We then crowd around the cart, yelling and revealing skin under the questionable attire, confusing the judges enough to let us pass.
As Bosley climbed out from under the cart, we were told more about the tasks at hand. We had 15 minutes to turn in 5 empty cans, 10 red flags, and 3 stamps. The cans we could handle; we had a gross amount of Sparks. The stamps (1 given upon entry, so two remaining) were given after winning feats of strength- the 2 team tug-o-war and the shopping cart crawl race. No one except Em knows how the red flags were supposed to be acquired, and no one bothered to ask her what she had to do to get them.
Our first event, the crawl race. On hands and knees, we squatted down on the rocks, ready to tow our heaping Carte of LV luggage. Our Carte was easily twice the size our competitor, but there were so many whistles and people shouting, that we had a solid head start to win, dragging ourselves and our cart over rocks and dirt, totally staining our hot dresses.
For the tug of war we teamed up with some big dudes after losing a quick round, and drug our opponents over the makeshift line. In what may have been the most confusing 15 minutes of our lives, we had completed all the tasks. We made for the exit, then off for the finish line. Our stand-in photographer finally found her way to us, but we were running too fast to actually capture much of the action. Truthfully, by this time most of the teams were out of ammo, which is probably for the better; the residents of Park Slope (I think?) were probably disgraced enough to see all the heathens past the stoops of their brownstones without all the pancakes and ketchup.
The finish line was a dead end street near a bar at the foot of the BQE. There was a BBQ, lots of team mingling and, shortly after, police cars and smoke bombs. Somehow the police maintained composure, or humor, and didn’t break any kneecaps. After all the carts had been photographed and remaining ammunition depleted, we were told about an after party nearby where the awards would take place. Sweet, an after party. At 4 PM.
The venue was a massive unlit warehouse that served beer and whiskey and had a DJ playing top 40 music loud enough to get bodies moving. Once the place was full,the 11th Annual Idiotarod Awards Ceremony commenced. The awards and the prizes were festive and arbitrary. Best sabotage, best bribes and purple hearts were all presented and awarded dollar store oddities, with bribery committed until the last second. Alas, Cougar Carte of Brooklyn did not win, but for the Best In Show Award, there was little contest. Team Dangerzone- a themed fighter jet, crew and ensemble Top Gun cast- was pretty much flawless. They welded the cart, had folding wings, pumped music powered from a generator, and played sexy volleyball in speedos. Our lady hats are off to you.
As for next year? Earlier planning, more drinking, smarter sabotage, and maybe this.
Xclusiv - Fools Are Friendly || La Maitre
*click on image to view full gallery
The next part of the race is coming back piecemeal, battle skirmishes creep back through the psyche as the post traumatic stress wears off.
We made our way past an army of panda bears as we headed towards the first check point. Thankfully we were still in heavy automobile traffic, I think those guys had throwing stars or something. We veered off Jay Street onto a smaller street, and stumbled upon our first check point, the Spank Station (or something?). We were instructed to park our cart, line up as a team, and bend over and ass up. After an invigorating go-around with wooden paddles, we received a stamp and the flyer for our next checkpoint.
All roads led to the decaying industries of South Central Brooklyn, the guillotine cart of the Marie Antoinettes lighting our way South towards warehouses. With powdered faces and blue wigs, they curtsied about in corsets and garters offering cake to other teams. Non functional was their guillotine. Quite functional were the eggs, flour, and mystery balloons of the other teams we happened to be keeping pace with. Bosley tried to slow traffic behind us, taking one in the face from a monk or a pirate with a bag of flour; D was pelted with vitamins by a team of scientists, horsepill vitamins that stick in throats and make pee turn green. As we were running too fast to actually drink any of the bar we had brought with us, we resorted to Sparks canons and whiskey squirt guns, standard fare for the all powerful cougars.
The second checkpoint was a patch of dirt and gravel running along the Gowanus Canal bordered on all sides by warehouses that looked abandoned, or whose proprietors didn’t care about having their land turn into The Thunderdome. Carts were everywhere, people were crawling about the ground, tugging-o-war, stealing shit from each other, all in what appeared to be loosely sanctioned activity. It looked like Burning Man at war. On speed.
For the first time, race officials were everywhere, shouting out orders that only seemed to add to the chaos. This is the exit! You cannot go in here! Go around to the other side and wait to be let in! Only 5 people per team are allowed in! We peered through the exit gates as we walked around the building at the lawless debauchery taking place inside. When we finally got to the front of the line, more race officials were there to enforce the 5-people-per-cart rule. We were 6. Someone was going to have to wait outside. In a panic-stricken moment of brilliance, Bosley climbs onto the bottom rack of our shopping cart, hiding under a dirty fur coat. We then crowd around the cart, yelling and revealing skin under the questionable attire, confusing the judges enough to let us pass.
As Bosley climbed out from under the cart, we were told more about the tasks at hand. We had 15 minutes to turn in 5 empty cans, 10 red flags, and 3 stamps. The cans we could handle; we had a gross amount of Sparks. The stamps (1 given upon entry, so two remaining) were given after winning feats of strength- the 2 team tug-o-war and the shopping cart crawl race. No one except Em knows how the red flags were supposed to be acquired, and no one bothered to ask her what she had to do to get them.
Our first event, the crawl race. On hands and knees, we squatted down on the rocks, ready to tow our heaping Carte of LV luggage. Our Carte was easily twice the size our competitor, but there were so many whistles and people shouting, that we had a solid head start to win, dragging ourselves and our cart over rocks and dirt, totally staining our hot dresses.
For the tug of war we teamed up with some big dudes after losing a quick round, and drug our opponents over the makeshift line. In what may have been the most confusing 15 minutes of our lives, we had completed all the tasks. We made for the exit, then off for the finish line. Our stand-in photographer finally found her way to us, but we were running too fast to actually capture much of the action. Truthfully, by this time most of the teams were out of ammo, which is probably for the better; the residents of Park Slope (I think?) were probably disgraced enough to see all the heathens past the stoops of their brownstones without all the pancakes and ketchup.
The finish line was a dead end street near a bar at the foot of the BQE. There was a BBQ, lots of team mingling and, shortly after, police cars and smoke bombs. Somehow the police maintained composure, or humor, and didn’t break any kneecaps. After all the carts had been photographed and remaining ammunition depleted, we were told about an after party nearby where the awards would take place. Sweet, an after party. At 4 PM.
The venue was a massive unlit warehouse that served beer and whiskey and had a DJ playing top 40 music loud enough to get bodies moving. Once the place was full,the 11th Annual Idiotarod Awards Ceremony commenced. The awards and the prizes were festive and arbitrary. Best sabotage, best bribes and purple hearts were all presented and awarded dollar store oddities, with bribery committed until the last second. Alas, Cougar Carte of Brooklyn did not win, but for the Best In Show Award, there was little contest. Team Dangerzone- a themed fighter jet, crew and ensemble Top Gun cast- was pretty much flawless. They welded the cart, had folding wings, pumped music powered from a generator, and played sexy volleyball in speedos. Our lady hats are off to you.
As for next year? Earlier planning, more drinking, smarter sabotage, and maybe this.
Xclusiv - Fools Are Friendly || La Maitre
It Came From The Thing: Peter Brown
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
I see this record all the time. It’s kinda hard to miss. The track is actually not half bad. In terms of mid-80’s Hi-NRG producers, Miami’s own Peter Brown is up near the top. I do, however, prefer this cover:
(Our cat is pretty hot)
I see this record all the time. It’s kinda hard to miss. The track is actually not half bad. In terms of mid-80’s Hi-NRG producers, Miami’s own Peter Brown is up near the top. I do, however, prefer this cover:
(Our cat is pretty hot)
MMM 45 Monday, January 7th, 2008
SOAP’s Top Releases of 2007
Saturday, January 5th, 2008
Yeeeeeah…So we know it’s a little late. Blame Jesus and the lunar calendar for that. But we figured it would be a good would to kick off the new year.
So without further adu, we present you with…
SOAP’s TOP RELEASES OF 2007!
And now for the obligatory disclaimer: Instead of railing off 150 tracks like we did last year, we decided instead to focus on individual releases from similar sub-genres. This required a lot of recall and classification. Two things we’re not particularly good at. So take this list for what is is and feel free to let us know if you think we left anything out.
Makina Girgir - The Spell EP || Das Drehmoment - Das Drehmoment has slowly, but surely, become one of SOAPs favorite labels. For our money, nobody does electro-pop and wave music better. Makina Girgir is the embodiment of everything we love about Das Drehmoment. Squeaky-clean electro-pop, with a dark sense of humor. Every track on The Spell works as a single, but the cohesive tone of the EP is what makes it such a poignant a memorable release. Fit for the dance-floor or the living room, this is a truly beautiful record that is not to be missed.
Honorable Mention - Suicide Booth - Aura EP || Das Drehmoment
Glass Candy - Beat Box & Miss Broadway || Italians Do It Better - So we’re gonna cheat here and mention two releases by Glass Candy. Miss Broadway was without a doubt one of the best covers we’ve ever heard and really solidified Ida No’s position amongst modern day disco divas. Beat Box is just a solid all-around release. It’s pretty amazing how a song like Digital Versicolor, with it’s super-silly lyrics and super-simple melody, can convey such passion and sensuality. But isn’t that what Glass Candy is all about?
Nimoy - Untitled || Bunker - In 2007 we were reminded that electro can be unique, inspiring, and soulful. For us, Nimoy’s untitled Bunker release was the harbinger of this re-realization. Haunting but not dark, lush but not overwhelming, just the way we like it. Electro for electro’s sake.
Honorable Mentions - ERP - Vox Atomaton || Frustrated Funk & Duracel - Hole In Head EP || SD
Aeroplane - Aeroplane & Caramellas || Eskimo - Aeroplane has mastered the art of seduction. We’ve known this ever since we heard their self-titled track on the Lindstrom & Prins Thomas Essential Mix. What we didn’t know was that the EP would contain a B-side that was (arguably) even better then the aforementioned A. Aeroplane’s electronics just sound so, er, organic - a perfect blend between the natural and the synthesized.
Burial - Untrue || Hyperdub - We’re not going to pretend that we’re dub-step experts. In fact, we wouldn’t be surprised if Untrue is shunned by the dub-step community, as is the common fan-boy reaction when a piece of the underground becomes slightly popular. But the fact remains that Untrue is truly (pardon the pun) an inspirational album. We won’t waste your time trying to explain exactly why Untrue is so amazing. The appeal of the record is about as mysterious and unique as the producer himself. Give it a listen or read one of the 29032189438 other reviews floating around the blogosphere. If you’re not moved by this record your probably dead, deaf, or in denial. Brace yourself dub-step fan-boy, we’re gonna be hearing a lot more Archangel in the near future.
Honorable Mention - Boxcutter - Glyphic || Planet Mu
Newworldaquarium - The Dead Bears || NWAQ - There’s something so familiar yet so unique about Newworldaquarium’s music. Beautiful, atmospheric, slow-motion techno of the highest caliber. What separates this release from others in the same vein is its funky undertones. It seems that every track has some element that keeps it from running too deep. Top notch production.
November Növelet - Magic || Galakthorrö - We were a little late on November Növelet’s latest release, but it didn’t take us long to realize that Magic was indeed a worthy successor to 1999’s From Heaven On Earth. Dark and monotone female vocals can easily be dismissed as cliche, but Mrs. Arafna pulls it off and deserves a spot amongst the Beta Evers and Nancy Fortunes of this world. Beautifully haunting or hauntingly beautiful. You decide.
Yeeeeeah…So we know it’s a little late. Blame Jesus and the lunar calendar for that. But we figured it would be a good would to kick off the new year.
So without further adu, we present you with…
SOAP’s TOP RELEASES OF 2007!
And now for the obligatory disclaimer: Instead of railing off 150 tracks like we did last year, we decided instead to focus on individual releases from similar sub-genres. This required a lot of recall and classification. Two things we’re not particularly good at. So take this list for what is is and feel free to let us know if you think we left anything out.
Makina Girgir - The Spell EP || Das Drehmoment - Das Drehmoment has slowly, but surely, become one of SOAPs favorite labels. For our money, nobody does electro-pop and wave music better. Makina Girgir is the embodiment of everything we love about Das Drehmoment. Squeaky-clean electro-pop, with a dark sense of humor. Every track on The Spell works as a single, but the cohesive tone of the EP is what makes it such a poignant a memorable release. Fit for the dance-floor or the living room, this is a truly beautiful record that is not to be missed.
Honorable Mention - Suicide Booth - Aura EP || Das Drehmoment
Glass Candy - Beat Box & Miss Broadway || Italians Do It Better - So we’re gonna cheat here and mention two releases by Glass Candy. Miss Broadway was without a doubt one of the best covers we’ve ever heard and really solidified Ida No’s position amongst modern day disco divas. Beat Box is just a solid all-around release. It’s pretty amazing how a song like Digital Versicolor, with it’s super-silly lyrics and super-simple melody, can convey such passion and sensuality. But isn’t that what Glass Candy is all about?
Nimoy - Untitled || Bunker - In 2007 we were reminded that electro can be unique, inspiring, and soulful. For us, Nimoy’s untitled Bunker release was the harbinger of this re-realization. Haunting but not dark, lush but not overwhelming, just the way we like it. Electro for electro’s sake.
Honorable Mentions - ERP - Vox Atomaton || Frustrated Funk & Duracel - Hole In Head EP || SD
Aeroplane - Aeroplane & Caramellas || Eskimo - Aeroplane has mastered the art of seduction. We’ve known this ever since we heard their self-titled track on the Lindstrom & Prins Thomas Essential Mix. What we didn’t know was that the EP would contain a B-side that was (arguably) even better then the aforementioned A. Aeroplane’s electronics just sound so, er, organic - a perfect blend between the natural and the synthesized.
Burial - Untrue || Hyperdub - We’re not going to pretend that we’re dub-step experts. In fact, we wouldn’t be surprised if Untrue is shunned by the dub-step community, as is the common fan-boy reaction when a piece of the underground becomes slightly popular. But the fact remains that Untrue is truly (pardon the pun) an inspirational album. We won’t waste your time trying to explain exactly why Untrue is so amazing. The appeal of the record is about as mysterious and unique as the producer himself. Give it a listen or read one of the 29032189438 other reviews floating around the blogosphere. If you’re not moved by this record your probably dead, deaf, or in denial. Brace yourself dub-step fan-boy, we’re gonna be hearing a lot more Archangel in the near future.
Honorable Mention - Boxcutter - Glyphic || Planet Mu
Newworldaquarium - The Dead Bears || NWAQ - There’s something so familiar yet so unique about Newworldaquarium’s music. Beautiful, atmospheric, slow-motion techno of the highest caliber. What separates this release from others in the same vein is its funky undertones. It seems that every track has some element that keeps it from running too deep. Top notch production.
November Növelet - Magic || Galakthorrö - We were a little late on November Növelet’s latest release, but it didn’t take us long to realize that Magic was indeed a worthy successor to 1999’s From Heaven On Earth. Dark and monotone female vocals can easily be dismissed as cliche, but Mrs. Arafna pulls it off and deserves a spot amongst the Beta Evers and Nancy Fortunes of this world. Beautifully haunting or hauntingly beautiful. You decide.
Art Basel Recap (Part 2)
Friday, December 21st, 2007
Saturday
Few things compare to 80-degree weather in December, and we elected to lay in someone else’s lawn chair/umbrella combo until my lack of melanin forced me to take cover. For art, we stopped by the containers. Sandwiched in between the rows of long, skinny exhibition spaces was a skate park with a large bar and a stage for eclectic performances. No one was really skating or performing, and the DJ was playing overly energetic big beat early 90’s stuff to kids playing on the half pipe. The art was more interesting, if only in the novelty of its arrangement, one after another, feet from the ocean. Texture seemed to be a prominent theme throughout the exhibitions, with yearn, threads and tape draped throughout interiors, and walls with patterns vibrant to the touch.
We left for the Y-3 party in the design district, where a large projection in their event space played video art from Shigeko Kubota, John Baldessari, Lawrence Weiner and Joan Jonas. The design district was packed. Design Miami was across the street. ESPO had a store up around the corner at a Deitch pop-up, but the air conditioning was really hot, and Grolsch beer just isn’t the same when one is not properly acclimated.
I should mention that at this point that we were approaching critical mass of roving trend photography. There must have been at least 15 different photographers encountered in the past 24 hours, all shooting pictures for websites for people who like to look at fashionable people. One of the better ones is StyleSightings, who captured the entire weekend here.
Photography, outfits, and scenes kept their momentum surging towards Saturday’s main thing, the Colette party, which, for the many people stuck on the outside of the velvet rope, meant staring at a very French door girl with a clip board while they waited in the rain. Despite my prowess for French, my one-liner about being this really famous New York dj who plays with all these people blah blah blah wasn’t enough to get me in. Thankfully, our group was more resourceful than I, and after breaking into little groups, we made it in.
The club looked like it had the night before-loud music, beautiful people- but something was different.
Wait for it….
wait….
Ok. As it turned out, the club had been double booked for the evening, the night’s early engagement a birthday party for a Staten Island gangster and his bottle popping, table dancing entourage that seemed to be running further and further beyond its due time. The club was literally wall to wall with gold chains and sunglasses; the irony was sweeter than the mini bottles of white zinfandel that we snuck in. Thankfully, Andrew+Andrew were dj’ing, wearing matching ray-ban, which pretty much had the whole place going nuts, peanut butter jelly style.
Sunday
The official last day of the fairs. Again, it was tough to leave the beach. We ended up seeing the main fair briefly, then headed over to the Standard, which recently changed their poolside cascading waterfall into from cold water to hot, basically permanently altering the lives of those fortunate enough to experience it.
Rumor had it Justice was playing a private party at the Shore Club. Unfortunately, it really was private, and i/we had no juice at the door, so we headed over to Rok Bar where the party was to continue. Here we saw, incredibly, Sam Keller and this incredible Samoan delight, at the same party!
Finally, Justice rolled through and I think took over for A Touch of Class to close out the closing party. Alas, I had neither the energy nor the patience to see Justice blow up the club and freak people out. Maybe if they were freaking out the “bottles of Cris” crowd from the night before, but it was all, finally, enough.
In all, a great time. Enough art? No, certainly not. But there’s always next year, in some form. While the art world seems unsure as to Art Basel’s next steps, what Art Basel has spawned- the graffiti kids-cum-ironic designers-cum-gallery stars and the djs/trend hunters who love them- seem confident that some other hotshot party destination can sprout up somewhere to keep the party train alive.
Saturday
Few things compare to 80-degree weather in December, and we elected to lay in someone else’s lawn chair/umbrella combo until my lack of melanin forced me to take cover. For art, we stopped by the containers. Sandwiched in between the rows of long, skinny exhibition spaces was a skate park with a large bar and a stage for eclectic performances. No one was really skating or performing, and the DJ was playing overly energetic big beat early 90’s stuff to kids playing on the half pipe. The art was more interesting, if only in the novelty of its arrangement, one after another, feet from the ocean. Texture seemed to be a prominent theme throughout the exhibitions, with yearn, threads and tape draped throughout interiors, and walls with patterns vibrant to the touch.
We left for the Y-3 party in the design district, where a large projection in their event space played video art from Shigeko Kubota, John Baldessari, Lawrence Weiner and Joan Jonas. The design district was packed. Design Miami was across the street. ESPO had a store up around the corner at a Deitch pop-up, but the air conditioning was really hot, and Grolsch beer just isn’t the same when one is not properly acclimated.
I should mention that at this point that we were approaching critical mass of roving trend photography. There must have been at least 15 different photographers encountered in the past 24 hours, all shooting pictures for websites for people who like to look at fashionable people. One of the better ones is StyleSightings, who captured the entire weekend here.
Photography, outfits, and scenes kept their momentum surging towards Saturday’s main thing, the Colette party, which, for the many people stuck on the outside of the velvet rope, meant staring at a very French door girl with a clip board while they waited in the rain. Despite my prowess for French, my one-liner about being this really famous New York dj who plays with all these people blah blah blah wasn’t enough to get me in. Thankfully, our group was more resourceful than I, and after breaking into little groups, we made it in.
The club looked like it had the night before-loud music, beautiful people- but something was different.
Wait for it….
wait….
Ok. As it turned out, the club had been double booked for the evening, the night’s early engagement a birthday party for a Staten Island gangster and his bottle popping, table dancing entourage that seemed to be running further and further beyond its due time. The club was literally wall to wall with gold chains and sunglasses; the irony was sweeter than the mini bottles of white zinfandel that we snuck in. Thankfully, Andrew+Andrew were dj’ing, wearing matching ray-ban, which pretty much had the whole place going nuts, peanut butter jelly style.
Sunday
The official last day of the fairs. Again, it was tough to leave the beach. We ended up seeing the main fair briefly, then headed over to the Standard, which recently changed their poolside cascading waterfall into from cold water to hot, basically permanently altering the lives of those fortunate enough to experience it.
Rumor had it Justice was playing a private party at the Shore Club. Unfortunately, it really was private, and i/we had no juice at the door, so we headed over to Rok Bar where the party was to continue. Here we saw, incredibly, Sam Keller and this incredible Samoan delight, at the same party!
Finally, Justice rolled through and I think took over for A Touch of Class to close out the closing party. Alas, I had neither the energy nor the patience to see Justice blow up the club and freak people out. Maybe if they were freaking out the “bottles of Cris” crowd from the night before, but it was all, finally, enough.
In all, a great time. Enough art? No, certainly not. But there’s always next year, in some form. While the art world seems unsure as to Art Basel’s next steps, what Art Basel has spawned- the graffiti kids-cum-ironic designers-cum-gallery stars and the djs/trend hunters who love them- seem confident that some other hotshot party destination can sprout up somewhere to keep the party train alive.
WSOP radio, episode 015: Singin’ the Holiday Blues
Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
New York is a tough place this time of year. If you don’t ride the holiday tidal wave you will undoubtedly get caught in its undertow. Unfortunately, we’re not very good surfers. Luckily music has improved our ability to hermit-ize. While half the country is out elbowing each other for a chance at the latest $2 DVD player deal at Walmart, SOAP is hunkered down in Studio 4G spinning records, sliding faders and tweaking knobs…The ultimate cure for your holiday blues.
- Enzo Ponzio - My Second Part
- The Beat Broker - Sensation || APT
- Brightlight - Sound On Sound || Karmarouge
- Zwicker Meets James Teipdeck - Homage To XY || Bear Funk
- Marcello Giordani - Maestro || Mule Musiq
- Manuel Tur & Dplay - Clock Shift || Compost
- Steve Bug & Cle - Iron Daily || Poker Flat
- Force 101 - Ray Tracing || Breakin’
- Metro Area - Read My Mind || Envirom
- Sneak Thief - All Let Go || Moustache
- Elitechnique - Fingerfood || Clone
- Camero’s Gang - Fuerza Major || Radius
- Simone Fedi - Belzebu Tales || Eskimo
- The Rolling Stones - Cocksucker Blues || Atlantic
- Ennio Morricone - There’s No One Left || DRG
- Louis & Bebe Barron - Love At The Swimming Hole || Small Planet
- White Noise - The Visitation || Antilles
- Arther Brown & Craig Leon - Morning Was Cold || Ding Dong
- Twice The Man - Sharp The Voice || Ding Dong
- Ti-Tho - Die Liebe Ist Ein Abenteuer || Flexi-Pop
New York is a tough place this time of year. If you don’t ride the holiday tidal wave you will undoubtedly get caught in its undertow. Unfortunately, we’re not very good surfers. Luckily music has improved our ability to hermit-ize. While half the country is out elbowing each other for a chance at the latest $2 DVD player deal at Walmart, SOAP is hunkered down in Studio 4G spinning records, sliding faders and tweaking knobs…The ultimate cure for your holiday blues.
- Enzo Ponzio - My Second Part
- The Beat Broker - Sensation || APT
- Brightlight - Sound On Sound || Karmarouge
- Zwicker Meets James Teipdeck - Homage To XY || Bear Funk
- Marcello Giordani - Maestro || Mule Musiq
- Manuel Tur & Dplay - Clock Shift || Compost
- Steve Bug & Cle - Iron Daily || Poker Flat
- Force 101 - Ray Tracing || Breakin’
- Metro Area - Read My Mind || Envirom
- Sneak Thief - All Let Go || Moustache
- Elitechnique - Fingerfood || Clone
- Camero’s Gang - Fuerza Major || Radius
- Simone Fedi - Belzebu Tales || Eskimo
- The Rolling Stones - Cocksucker Blues || Atlantic
- Ennio Morricone - There’s No One Left || DRG
- Louis & Bebe Barron - Love At The Swimming Hole || Small Planet
- White Noise - The Visitation || Antilles
- Arther Brown & Craig Leon - Morning Was Cold || Ding Dong
- Twice The Man - Sharp The Voice || Ding Dong
- Ti-Tho - Die Liebe Ist Ein Abenteuer || Flexi-Pop
Preview: John Rocca - I Want It To Be Real (Le Bon Bock’s pH+ Re-Edit)
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
Sorry about the lack of WSOPs lately. To make up for it we’re posting our new re-edit. Here’s a preview version (96 kb/s). To download the 320 kb/s version, email us and we’ll send you a key to Daddy’s Liquor Cabinet.
John Rocca - I Want It To Be Real (Le Bon Bock’s pH+ Re-Edit) || unreleased
Sorry about the lack of WSOPs lately. To make up for it we’re posting our new re-edit. Here’s a preview version (96 kb/s). To download the 320 kb/s version, email us and we’ll send you a key to Daddy’s Liquor Cabinet.
John Rocca - I Want It To Be Real (Le Bon Bock’s pH+ Re-Edit) || unreleased
