Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Glitch Mob at Regency Ballroom, San Francisco


It was pitch black. Only the subdued glimmer of glow sticks, and cell phones, and the echo of robotic ambience revealed any hint of what was to come. Suspense held The Regency Ballroom’s packed dance floor as eager Glitch Mob fans lost their breath screaming into the darkness. Mechanical voices transitioned to melodic keyboard tones as blue stage lights illuminated three individual booths. With no delay, Ed Ma (edIT), Justin Boreta (Boreta), and Josh Mayer (Ooah) began their set with the crashing bass of their “Derezzed” remix. Throughout the night, tribal melodies, unstoppable percussion, and nasty basslines persisted as the Ballroom enclave perspired incessantly.
The Los Angeles trio, armed with their weapon of choice, Lemur MIDI controllers, has been pumping out unruly electronic tracks since 2006. Remixes, singles, and soundtrack slots built the necessary hype to afford them gigs at Lollapalooza, Ultra, and Coachella. Last year’s critically acclaimed debut album Drink the Sea has escalated the group to all-star status, and the act has launched their first nation-wide tour on the back of their forthcoming EP We Can Make the World Stop....


Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Keep the Untz Reviews Coming!: Audible Assault at the Sound Factory, San Francisco


June in San Francisco began with a chaotic trip inside The Sound Factory for Vital Production’s Audible Assault. Since 2009, Vital SC has hosted heart-stopping events featuring some of the most hyped line-ups of the last two years. The production company has a talent for assembling a selection of DJs whose sounds blend impeccably well, creating a party that not only highlights elegant transitions within each set, but throughout the night as a whole. At Vital SC events, you can be sure the dance floor will be packed and moving.
Last week, neon costumes swarmed below the high ceilings of The Sound Factory. Vital came through in style. The production, fan base enthusiasm, and all-around talent built an energy that felt as great as that of a major festival. From the show’s 8pm kick off through the last song at 3am, relentless light shows pulsed from the main stage illuminating the tutus and lacey lingerie, while homemade candy bracelets jangled to the beats of Getter, Helicopter Showdown, Kill the Noise, Liquid Stranger, and 12th Planet...

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Sonic Bloom Pre-Party at 103 Harriet, San Francisco

Here is my second review on The Untz



Sonic Bloom has delivered heart-pounding, aesthetically satisfying, and spiritually enlightening festivals in Colorado’s majestic wildlife for the past half-decade. The festival combines amateur and world-renowned DJs with performing and visual artists to present the ultimate campout experience. Audiences at Sonic Bloom are encouraged to discover their own creativity and to transcend limitations of existence. This spring, Sonic Bloom brought this spirit to San Francisco’s 103 Harriett for a pre-party anticipating the latest SB incarnation in late June. Though nature went as far as the trees outside the city club and professional artists were absent, the audience found its own way to creative innovation.
The assorted crowd made their way through what, on first blush, appeared to be another mainstream San Franciscan club decorated with corny neon lights. However, the desolate foyer was no reflection of the main room. Psychedelic lights accentuated the controversially clad audience. Males swung their hips in long, cloth skirts and the girls’ gold armbands and intimidating silver studs enhanced their rhythmically flailing arms. Audience members became performers using yard long lights to entertain the dance floor as the appropriately obscure sounds of Jamie JanoverLove & Light, and the Bay Area’s An-ten-nae acted on their own as outlets for expression..... (continued on  http://www.theuntz.com/Sonic-Bloom-Pre-Party-103-Harriet-San-Francisco-CA-05.20.11).
.... As the music director of 103 Harriet’s home 1015 Folsom, Adam Ohana, better known as An-ten-nae, clearly prepared to follow the eccentric sounds and banging performances of Janover and Love & Light. He has become one of San Francisco’s most notable DJs after proving his ability to “transcend the constraints of music rigidity and transmit bass heavy, crunked out beats of the highest order” (www.last.fm), defying sound boundaries and producing dubstep, electronica, and, his self-defined, Acid Crunk. At Sonic Bloom, Ohana’s female filled booth and cool confidence maintained this reputation as his monstrous and flawlessly transitioned beats melted faces. He had accumulated an obvious following in the Bay Area. His grin grew from toothy to cheeky with the crowd’s every roar and fight to the front. The crowd musically, emotionally, and physically explored the highest highs and lowest lows. An-ten-nae took the night through a roller-coaster of reggae, high-energy electronic, grimy dubstep, hip-hop, psychedelic, trance, alternative, hard-hitting, euphoric, and hints of drum and bass beats all while continually entertaining the stage’s scantily dressed ladies. An-ten-nae delivered a distinctive set that would send vibrations through the crowd’s chests one moment and turn around and send the club into a euphoric daze, would produce dirty beats and then lift spirits with sexy dance tracks. Many DJ’s who attempt this schizophrenic organization send their audiences into an uncomfortable fight to make sense of the night. However, An-ten-nae pulled off the cliffhangers, transitions, and drops of his unyielding set with precision. He left no thirst unquenched as he dropped his sought-after “Hold the Line,” “It’s Bigger Than Acid Crunk,” and “Left Coast Stomp” tracks along with remixes of Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep,” Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs,” and even Rusko/Amber Coffman/Subfocus’s notorious “Hold On.”
An-ten-nae, Love & Light, and Janover all humbly thanked the audience after their performances. It was refreshing to see original and creative music born from a mutual appreciation from both the DJs and the audience. The stage has been set, and the bar raised to immeasurable heights for the real Sonic Bloom in less than a month.



  


Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Loving that 'Untz' 'Untz'


I am working as a free-lance writer for http://theuntz.com, an electronic music website, this summer! 


Check out my first review!

http://theuntz.com/A-Trak-Mezzanine-San-Francisco-CA-5.16.11

San Francisco’s virtually hidden Mezzanine served as a whistle-stop for A-Trak’s Magic 8-Ball caravan in mid-May. The Gaslamp Killer’s opening act could have been easily mistaken for a headline. His unrelenting oversized beats and rock star stage show drew ravers in the intimate venue away from the bar and to the dance floor. The Low End Theory resident’s energy was infectious. The venue was nowhere near full that early in the night, but when this San Diego native pulled out Led Zepplin’s “Black Dog,” the audience exploded with a response triple its size. Kid Sister perpetuated this spirit with a star-quality performance. From her metallic, studded wrist cuffs to her likewise luminescent smile, she delivered her hard-hitting “Pro-Nails” single with an alluring femininity. These two effectively set the table for A-Trak’s ingenious set, which outfitted rock n’roll with electro-pop accessories and transformed commanding hip-hop beats into dance-provoking melodies.
Over the past eleven years, Alain Macklovitch, better known as A-Trak, has cultivated his career from teenaged turntable experimentation to international commercial success. A-Trak’s sound, however, lies far from the mainstream. He has the ability to synthesize a diverse range of sounds to transform a Top 40 hit into avant-garde exploration. His time with the Ivisibl Skratch Piklz crew, The Allies, and Kanye West granted him fundamental training, stage time, and ultimately, the exposure he so deserved.
His set flowed unblemished. The familiar beat of club tracks such as X-Fusion’s “I’ve Got Nothing to Lose” opened the night with an uproar. Whoever was not on their feet in the now packed club, leaped out of their seats and onto the dance floor. Flawless instrumental transitions, such as “Shake Down,” and other brief loops whipped the audience into an electronic frenzy. The only indication that bridged the gaps between tracks was the audience’s collective explosion with each recognizable hit. The walls rattled in time to A-Trak’s renditions of Lil’ Wayne’s “Six Foot Seven,” Wiz Khalifa’s “Black and Yellow,” Ludacris’ “Move Bitch”, Kanye West’s “All of the Lights,” and of course, A-Trak’s recent single “Ray Ban Vision” featuring CyHi Da Prince. The dance floor became fantastically hazardous as the stream of hip-hop relentlessly continued. The dynamism continued as he swiftly moved back into a catchy, club-banging finale of “Heads Will Roll” by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Duck Sauce’s “Barbra Streisand,” and finally, Daft Punk’s “One More Time.” That is, except for Kid Sister’s distracting fight for the spotlight. The end of A-Trak’s set was somewhat tarnished as her swagger turned into stagger. Vodka bottle in hand, she joined A-Trak on stage. Her uncompromisingly fierce performance earlier in the night became tainted by a seemingly desperate ploy for more stage time.
Ultimately, swarmed in the sea of passionate ravers and the occasional stage dancer, Mezzanine’s compact size was transcended. A-Trak was unrestrained. His passionate vitality and ear-pounding beats reached far beyond the confines of the venue, the audience, and the set itself. Bass vibrations followed the diligent A-Trak fans even after they left the venue.

Friday, March 25, 2011

'Lock the Locks,' But Don't Throw Away the Keys!


I fell for the quirky, almost indefinable sound of The Streets on my 20th birthday. It was nothing like I had ever heard or seen before. Front center, I went mental over Mike Skinner's reposing vocal delivery and understated t-shirt and jeans. As I danced unconstrained in the small venue, Club Nokia, I assumed I had discovered a British musical gem.

A year and a half later, London, January 2011, you could imagine my surprise and giddy hysteria when I realized The Streets were the biggest thing since beans and toast in the UK! Soon, word spread "North, South, East, West, and all round and then to the underground" that The Streets were going to be performing where the magic began, Brixton! It would be a tour for their ‘final’ album, Computers and Blues and there was no question in my mind, Mikey and I would once again reunite front, center.

As I approached the O2 Academy Brixton, it was quickly apparent that my live introduction to The Streets in Los Angeles was only a fraction of the explosion I was about to experience. I arrived an hour early in LA to find no line. I arrived an hour early in Brixton where the line stretched for at least 4 blocks. Rain fell heavy, but our spirits stayed lifted as we waited for The Streets final home performance. Once inside, I darted my way through the 4921 fans to successfully claim my front, center position.  


As plaid, Ben Sherman inspired button up shirts began filling the standing area, so did a cloud of smoke. Eye contact moved away from beers and friends and to the ground. Heads began bobbing as the audience grooved side to side to the appropriate and notable dubstep, drum and bass sounds of the opening act, Engine-Earz Experiment. The lights began to dim when they finished their set and the crowd's giddiness became apparent, including my own. Despite this amorous atmosphere, the forward push that followed Mike's stage entrance came without warning. The slight shrieks that happened at Club Nokia were incomparable to the mob pit that started in my beloved front center. I tried to take part in the pushing and shoving madness, but eventually, we had to surrender and make our way to a place where my ears, and limbs, could be free to relish in the peculiar sounds of The Streets. From Lets Push Things Forward and Turn the Page off their premier album, Original Pirate Material, to Dry Your Eyes Mate, Fit But You Know It and Blinded by the Lights from their album A Grand Don't Come For Free, to Outside Inside, Puzzled By People, and Soldiers off their touring album Computers and Blues, I skip-hopped my way into a Skinner frenzy. 

For the audience that night, The Streets had provided the soundtrack to their highest highs and lowest lows. The musical group had collected a loyal fan base in the UK and this transferred into the sentimentality of the night. This was, after all, The Streets final album and tour. For me, along with the majority of the crowd, this heightened the monumental performance. We sang and danced with gaiety as well as nostalgia for the memories that had accumulated with each track, knowing that this was the last of The Streets’ live music legacy. As Mike announced a final “Get Low,” (pictured) a Streets’ tradition where the whole crowd crouches on the ground and then jumps up concurrently, sentimentality fostered and it became clear that we were a part of The Streets’ history.

Mike, you can “Lock the locks” but please don’t throw away the keys!



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

How 'Fit'ting

As I immerse myself in the city of London, one of my favorite British groups, The Streets, has released another album, Computers and Blues! It's supposed to be their final album, but I hope that that is just a publicity rumor. And of course I have invested in tickets to see them here come March. I promise to share this experience with you afterwards!
As a loyal fan, I am proud to say I have also collected one of their lighters, as seen on the album. :)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Bon Voyage! Well, Not Yet

It's down to my last 30 hours in the States before I spend a semester in London. As I drive through my childhood neighborhood, of course every melody stirs some sentimentality in me. Going abroad has been an aspiration since my high school years, maybe even before, and it's finally here! Though I've been fantasizing about this day since puberty, I have yet to be prepared. Who knew there could be so many last minute preparations!! I keep reminding myself that stress is optional, but with the combination of excitement and nervousness the little things have seemed to make me sweat. Luckily, as I was running errands like a pro- suburban homemaker, the tune of Menomena's Muscle'n Flo gave me a perfect dose of reality and optimism with its melancholy and vulnerable lyrics balanced with its up-beat melody. Menomena can always help us remember that as we "stumble [our] way towards another day" in this new year we must "face just what [we're] made of" and "pick up [our] hustle!" 

Check out a live performance of Muscle'n Flo in a Brooklyn Basement http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jvMdFql18U