This Track’s About to Drop, So I’m Gonna Go* (Friday, January 28, 2011) Red circular stamp: Double Trouble Vision Part 1: Girls Music feat. David Rodigan @ Corsica Studios I am suffering from extreme jet lag, so hopefully this post will make conceptual and grammatical sense.Corsica Studios hosted a two-night version of their recurring Trouble Vision event; we attended on the first night to see sound clash superhero David Rodigan live. We arrived and there was a massive queue outside. Inside it was pretty warehouse rave-ish: lots of pieces of fabric in lieu of walls, it was cold, there was a crackhead alleyway which also served as the coat check.We saw Mosca first, and he played lots of fun bassline and grime (and Gyptian!). Then in the main room, a dude called Pipes played “Raver” and lots of old drum n’ bass, which got the crowd riled up for Father Rodigan. The room was hella crowded, but we managed to find a wobbly bench in the corner that we all successfully stood atop—this quickly became referred to as the “VIP bench”. Rodigan finally came on in all his glory, and basically I want this man to be my grandfather. I just love that a 59 year-old British man can garner such massive respect from so many young fans of reggae/dancehall/sound clash tings (here, collateral materials). He played Junior Gong, and “Hotstepper”, and “Uptown Top Ranking”, and the crowd went crazy. Between tracks he would talk about the history of what he was playing, connecting dots to hip hop and drum n’ bass and dubstep, which I thought was a very sweet way to try and teach the younger members of the audience about where the music they love derives from. After Rodigan, we ended up in the third room, which had been set up as a silent disco. We lost it to Cyndi Lauper and Hanson and the Fresh Prince theme song, and I was pretty impressed that a night could be planned wherein there was space for both serious new music listening as well as all-out appreciation of cheesy pop. Only in the UK.Oh, side note: because the coat check line was massive, we threw our stuff in a corner we thought looked safe. At the end of the night we returned to find out coats covered in some sort of rave juice, which looked like a combination of semen and Sprite (but I suspect it was actually just people with winter-worn shoes dancing and drinking pon our garments). So, I had to buy a new winter coat. Oh dear.*A brilliant utterance from one A. Ashbolt, whilst standing at the bar but with one ear glued to the dancefloor. P.S. My more official review of this night is now up on Resident Advisor—check it out.

This Track’s About to Drop, So I’m Gonna Go* (Friday, January 28, 2011)

Red circular stamp: Double Trouble Vision Part 1: Girls Music feat. David Rodigan @ Corsica Studios

I am suffering from extreme jet lag, so hopefully this post will make conceptual and grammatical sense.

Corsica Studios hosted a two-night version of their recurring Trouble Vision event; we attended on the first night to see sound clash superhero David Rodigan live. We arrived and there was a massive queue outside. Inside it was pretty warehouse rave-ish: lots of pieces of fabric in lieu of walls, it was cold, there was a crackhead alleyway which also served as the coat check.

We saw Mosca first, and he played lots of fun bassline and grime (and Gyptian!). Then in the main room, a dude called Pipes played “Raver” and lots of old drum n’ bass, which got the crowd riled up for Father Rodigan. The room was hella crowded, but we managed to find a wobbly bench in the corner that we all successfully stood atop—this quickly became referred to as the “VIP bench”.

Rodigan finally came on in all his glory, and basically I want this man to be my grandfather. I just love that a 59 year-old British man can garner such massive respect from so many young fans of reggae/dancehall/sound clash tings (here, collateral materials). He played Junior Gong, and “Hotstepper”, and “Uptown Top Ranking”, and the crowd went crazy. Between tracks he would talk about the history of what he was playing, connecting dots to hip hop and drum n’ bass and dubstep, which I thought was a very sweet way to try and teach the younger members of the audience about where the music they love derives from.

After Rodigan, we ended up in the third room, which had been set up as a silent disco. We lost it to Cyndi Lauper and Hanson and the Fresh Prince theme song, and I was pretty impressed that a night could be planned wherein there was space for both serious new music listening as well as all-out appreciation of cheesy pop. Only in the UK.

Oh, side note: because the coat check line was massive, we threw our stuff in a corner we thought looked safe. At the end of the night we returned to find out coats covered in some sort of rave juice, which looked like a combination of semen and Sprite (but I suspect it was actually just people with winter-worn shoes dancing and drinking pon our garments). So, I had to buy a new winter coat. Oh dear.

*A brilliant utterance from one A. Ashbolt, whilst standing at the bar but with one ear glued to the dancefloor.


P.S. My more official review of this night is now up on Resident Advisor—check it out.