Get ready for our second Saturday party with guest DJs Matrixxman and Wentworth! Live visuals will be provided by Oakland-based artists Ethcher/Engraver. Arrive early/on time to hear sets from your residents Taylor Fife and Shaky Premise, as well as guest opener Rachman Blake.
We're going to be asking for $5 at the door, but if you RSVP as attending here on Facebook you're in for FREE. Just click "attending" and you're all good to go; we'll be printing off the list around 7p.m. the night of the party.
Have you been asking yourself "what the fuck is the internet?" lately? Well Matrixxman (a.k.a. Charles McCloud Duff, one half of 5kinandbone5) is a local producer who might just have the answer for you. His post-ironic Tumblr page (http://matrixxman.tumblr.com/) should give you a good idea of what you've been missing on 4chan these last few years, and his Twitter (https://twitter.com/matrixxman
) is a fathomless depository of gems of wisdom. While his visual aesthetic is comparable to reading Reddit while smoking DMT, or perhaps more like doing the Harlem Shake at an awkward family reunion, listening to his music is a far less taxing experience. His beats draw from bass, juke, hip-hop, and, of course, house and techno, seamlessly flowing from one style to the next, or sitting squarely as none of the above. Come check him out at this month's Spilt Milk and get yourself a hefty glass of blap, boom-bap, and jack.
Current drummer for synth-glam threesome Pixel Memory, Joe Gray (a.k.a. Joe Cray) has been lending his percussive talents to the Bay Area music scene since his arrival from Louisiana in the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Joe’s dalliance with 808s, bass, and deep house began shortly after his arrival in the region, and in the last few years has blossomed into a passionate love affair. Wentworth is a master of twisted productions, often juxtaposing eerie and hypnotic melodies with speaker-rattling kicks and punchy drumwork.
Our accomplished January guest is coming back to drop some beats in the early hours.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world