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!
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Atlanta is fun. The party was fun. BBQs are fun. Warm weather is fun.
James Holden played the Loft, a venue who’s size and layout is most suited for live acts ranging from the up and coming to the nearly established. Thankfully, CUDS honcho Drew Van Atten rigged the place full of crazy lights, Rane-certified sound, 18 year olds, and plenty of people who enjoy the combination of all three.
Arriving in style with the help of Atlanta’s finest limo service, James was billed for a four hour set starting at 11. We played techno in the side room for the bulk of the night.
At 23, James has matured out of the endearing title of “prodigy” he once held. But he has successfully transitioned from the gooey progressive jams of the early 2000’s while maintaining his characteristic brooding technical suave that people love him for. Favorite part of the night? James played Black Devil’s “28 Days Later”, which fit surprisingly well into what he was going with.
Long and short of it, we love ATL, and we love it much more now that a certain tribe of prehistoric socialites will be moving there soon…
Larry Heard Presents Mr. White - The Sun Can’t Compare (Long Version) || Alleviated Records
“im embarrassed to say [this] here, but were all friends right?…i drank an entire case of pbr by myself to this song on repeat when i was home all alone, and then wasted dancing/laying on the floor…i peed…”
This was one of the comments that was left in response to bigstereo’s feature about our new EP. To think that there are people out there that are listening to Andrew “Ellsworth” Luft’s beautiful, siren-like like voice whilst getting drunk by themselves, like so many fourteen year-old boys hearing Stairway To Heaven for the first time, makes me giggle like a school girl. Get over to bigstereo and show us some love if you’ve got a second.
Also, while you’re at it, check out the most recent issue of Fader Magazine. Apparently there’s a little something on our partner-in-grime, DJ DJ Dylan AKA Le Castle Vania. Wooo!
On an unrelated note, I’m feeling quite Italo today, which is weird, because I wouldn’t typically associate this type of music with the beginning of the week. But, as it turns out, Italo is a great holistic cure for the “Muuuuuuuuundays”. Try it out yourself!
Ashaye - Electricity (Animal Instrumental Mix) || Record Shack Records Body
Body Electric - Magic Electronic || Harlekin
Check Up Twins - Sexy Teacher || Digital Records
BTW, if you happen to be the head of a cool web/graphic design firm in NYC and want to give me money in exchange for services, let me know…Bosley needs a new pair of shoes. Check out whatdoesntkillus AKA Jeremy “Bosley” Berman’s new personal portfolio.
Wednesday’s show at the Girbaud Store provided an evening of revelations, less life changing than little light bulbs of understanding through widened perspective.
Events that fall within the realm of ‘in-store fashion event’ are usually so vain and contrived that most people who enjoy passing time doing things considered ‘fun’, or ‘interesting’ can find more enrichment out of watching The Bachelor to see if you know anyone from high school, which I do. This show, however, was different. The champagne was not cheap, the models were hot and professional, the crowd was eccentric and the collaboration was dynamic enough to attract attention to the clothes, the installations, and the music.
Apparently Girbaud’s distribution sent all the low-end clothing to the US, subsequently flooding discount department stores with flagrant, baggy denim, logo-heavy XXL shirts, and even (god no) jean shorts.
This event was part of a recent initiative to bring Girbaud back to the same presence the label maintains in France and Japan. Partnering with NYC-based Frenchman WK Interact under the curatorial direction of Formvavision, the art was a collection of ghetto meets industry-chainsaws, spray paint, skate boards, hatchets, dog tags- all smeared with caution tape and spray paint.
We spun next to the footwear, which everyone should check out and someone should by for me. All in all, good show. Michael Stipe was there too, and we saw him bobbing his head to the beat, so, you know, sweet. Or something.
Here’s one of our current favs that got a lot of attention (and freaked a few people out):
Deichkind - Remmidemmi (Egoexpress Remix D) || Island
On Friday we headed way downtown to No Ordinary Monkey, a party in the basement of an office building with all the accoutrements of an after-hours: $5 cover, red Solo cops, dim lights, and cigarette smoke. The music was a heavy dose of deep Balearic grooves that complimented the hazy sedated climate of the party. Good shit.
Saturday, we went to a party at Galaxie, somewhere in deep Brooklyn.
The interior had everything imaginable, and everything had texture. 2001: A Space Odyssey played on the upstairs projector, and every wall had bubbly plastic design patterns. The bathroom was so well put together I had to ask the bartender if I could put a lease down to live in it. At least for weekends. She laughed, because I am funny.
The greatest surprise was the downstairs, where we had the pleasure of bowling, dancing, and drinking at the same time. Hard to believe, but it really was hardwood, gutters-and-pins bowling lanes, only you had to manually set up the pins. Nuts. Bosley actually hit me with a bowling ball while I was setting up the pins, nailing my arm as I was bending over with “laser-guided precision”. Three Swedish girls who watched Bosley break the unwritten rule of drunken-dancing-party-bowling came to my defense (the same Swedish girls who somehow crashed our party weeks earlier, wtf), attacking Bosley with the intensity and conviction of PETA activists.
Max Pask, JFF, others played. I would go here every weekend.
Well well well my little droogs!
After a prolonged break from the blogosphere and much action since the move out of Atlanta, we are happy to be back. Or at least I am. Bosley’s degenerate sack of self just passively agrees, displaying his apathy at the world with shaking of fist and kicking of cat. Life has flown by, blurry dots on maps of Uffies, moving vans, energy drinks, hurricanes, stair flights, and Puerto Ricans (order surprisingly chronological).
Jobs, clothes, and music loom heavily on the horizon. In our spare time, we will continue with such fine trivialities as Attack of the Show, Jon Stewart, and the eternal quest for the street address of Scarlet Johansson.
A few updates for your inner music freak. Firstly, try out this new EP, Troubletron, courtesy of a recent love sandwich between us (Factory Aire) and it (Castle Vania Disco). Grab it before we press it on spankin’ hot cheap vinyl. Surely SOAP does enough self-promotion for readers chance or frequent to know the likes of Factory Aire, but little has been espoused on Castle Vania. The current production moniker of DJ DJ Dylan- Atlanta’s bleached prince of ass-shaking, titty-bouncing DJ sets- Castle Vania hit the blog world hard with remixes of Snowden and 120 Days, the former now all over the place, the latter soon to be featured on an upcoming Vice Records remix compilation. We should also mention that Dylan is quietly becoming huge in LA. Like killer-whale-tearing-up-baby-seal-huge.
Le Castle Vania - Trouble In Daylight (Feat Factory Aire) || White (Sign Us, Bitches)
Le Castle Vania - Tigertron (Feat Factory Aire) || White (Sign Us, Bitches)
Secondly, Factory Aire is playing tomorrow night in Soho for a Marithe Francois Girbaud party. The show, titled Construkt is a combination of Girbaud’s new line and the artistic explorations of NYC black-and-white wierdos WK Interact, all curated by Formavision. Oooh, private party. Should be hot. Email us if interested or in town, we will do our damndest to beat the system, the man, and the cute PR girls working the door.
Show reviews to come. Of note: Soulwax, DFA Party, Rapture Release Party. Wait, I think I’m starting to see a pattern here…
Sorry we have been away, to any and all read this regularly. We found a place to live in Brooklyn, though no sign of employment. And that’s cool, you know, whatever. Needless to say, we’re pretty stoaked about the move. Anyways, a new ‘events’ section has been added, which features- in order no less- the events we are involved in throwing. Holla…
When left to deal with the reality that an increasing amount of the population is disenfranchised with traditional club nights, promoters have strived to create- or at least sell- dynamic events that span multiple areas of interest. For people to come to an event for the sake of an event, it seems that there must be at least four independent events taking place, namely:
*Photographers taking pictures of people enjoying the programming is also essential, but this has been covered so much I dare not speak to its merits or problems.
These things are all fundamental things to any good event, from weddings to AA meetings. But with every event cluttered with art installations, live galleries, and fashion shows, a false sense of importance for these trivialities has emerged that in reality, no one attending the event actually cares about. People show up to the events not because they think the obscurities are important or interesting, but because they feel other people will find these things interesting, and they seek to hang out with this crowd. If events were like food, promoters would be making a giant meat lover’s pizza and feeding it to vegetarians who want to look hot to people who think they like meat. Or something.
Events that are new and creative while also generating a profit generally need a good bit of smoke and mirrors promotional tactics to sell the event in, regardless of actual outcome. The degree of orchestration involved in clever one-off events is so hyper-evolved its more like a miniature business in itself, and becomes quite burdening when the following you seek to maintain constantly shows up expecting the unexpected, or at least convince the drunk passerby to comfortably accept your event programming as ‘cutting edge’ or ‘indie’. This is not to discredit promoters or pass off their handiwork as a cheap thrill. On the contrary, these single elements, when flawlessly stranded together, provide the backbone to an event that remains etched into the desensitized brains of partygoers.
When in doubt, go with what works. Like Sex.
The Soft Serve event held last Tuesday night at Django was a release party for Rockstar Videogames’ Table Tennis game, honored by LA artists like Buff Monster, Free Gums, and Came Crashing (connection unclear) with live painting on canvas and otherwise (and, of course, music by Factory Aire). There were so many sponsors and affiliations cluttering the flyer it looked like a black-tie charity benefit.
More pics of the debauchery can be found here.
Yeah, that’s right…
Come bid a heartfelt farewell to Factory Aire at the goodbye party to end all goodbye parties. Uffie, Feadz, and Factory Aire’s final Atlanta performance (at least for a while).
Drunken Unicorn, Wednesday August 30th.
Uffie Vs Mr. Ozio - Half An Uff (A.D.D. Edit) || White
In the meantime, SOAP will be in NY till Tuesday trying to lockdown a place of dwelling. Have a SOAParific weekend!
As many of you may or may not know, August is going to be somewhat of a trying month for the constituents of SOAP. Between parties, gigs, and, uh, oh yeah…MOVING TO NEW YORK, our hands are going to be quite full. Making it to September is our goal, and we won’t stop hacking and slashing until we get there.
So, we thought we’d start the month of months of with a little Factory Aire style remixing. The track ‘Don’t Lose Control’ is off the 1982 Material LP, ‘One Down’ and is a nice little piece of nostalgic electro-disco…Here’s our interpretation:
Material - Don’t Lose Control (Factory Aire Disco Demolition Re-Edit) || SOAP
As always, we’d love to hear what you think.
So here’s the latest Factory Aire production. It’s a re-edit of Gino Soccio’s 1979 disco banger ‘Dancer’.
Some interesting fun facts about Gino Soccio and his music (in case anyone wants to know after you drop the re-edit at the club)…
1. He’s a Kanuck! Based in Quebec, he also released some awesome records as Kebekeletrik, like ‘War Dance’
2. Soccio has produced records for Karen Silver, Witch Queen, Gotham Flasher, Guy Lafleur (yes, the hockey player), and Radia Frye, among others; he scored the soundtrack to the Buddy Hackett movie ‘Babe’; he also wrote several songs for Grace Jones.
3. A recent re-released record on J.V.S. contained Soccio’s ‘Dancer’ along side Liquid Liquid’s awesome groover ‘Carevn’. No wonder ‘Dancer’ was on the latest James Murphey DFA radio mix.
Anyway, enjoy the re-edit…Let us know what you think.
Gino Soccio - Dancer (Factory Aire Blue Island Re-Edit) || Soap
Relapse Theater sits unseen along a stretch of 14th st. near what will soon be the largest mosque in the Southeast. Like every one-off party in a place that is not a club or bar, setup was cumbersome, people were late, and equipment was missing. Everything, however, seemed to work out. Preston Craig warmed the place up as people began filing in. Reacharound played her de facto mix of dirty dirty, for which I (Ellsworth of Factory Aire) relieved her around 11 as the band loaded the equipment onto the stage. VHS or
Beta made their way on the stage, with compliments. Then, just as the massive two-story theater reached capacity, Shock Cinema took over, their visual backdrop totally blocking the DJ booth, which I didn’t really mind. The crowd, however - an aesthetically pleasing mix Atlantans - didn’t really have the patience for the sort of visually inclined art-house rock in which they excel. Wedged between DJs and rock star DJs, people came to see dance music. And dance music they received. Although I missed the bulk of their set, I heard VHS or Beta’s pulsing rhythms of Mylo and Madonna, shocking me, and perhaps certainly shocking all the asymetrical haircuts in the crowd.
The afterparty took place downstairs, which I guess would be more of a continuation than an afterparty. Drew Van Atten and I got all the dirty techno and electro out of our system. Darker, dirtier, and much later, people danced until exhaustion. Then party-host/DJ/surf bum Jeff Myers came on and, in a sort of funky, old school way, killed it. Good party, more to come.
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