NightFlight presents: tony Lionni @ The Button Factory
You can all cool the proverbial jets, holster your metaphorical guns and bask in the glory that is the return of Goldenplec’s Dublin Clubbing Guide! Our little post EP hiatus has clearly caused a stir amongst those die hard readers. So relax Mam.
This week is a tad hectic, with Arthur taking over most of the public’s plans and therefore laying waste to the late night club session from the minds of Dublin’s regular fist-pumpers. But fear not, for Arthur’s Day is of course just one day, and fitting that there should be more options throughout the week that many of you ravers get paid on. So why not keep the party going post Arthur?
Option B is to NOT keep the party going, and who wants that option? Especially with the opportunity lying in wait at The Button Factory this Friday.
Nightflight welcome in-demand house and Techno newcomer Tony Lionni to pulsate the walls of The Button Factory with his fresh yet heavy sound. The Mancunian mixer currently flaunts his stylings in the Dance capital of Europe – Berlin – where he also currently resides. Having gotten his recognition via his much played ‘found A Place’ which is constantly mixed by DJs for the last 12 months; he is now ready to greet the Dublin masses for one night only.
Here is a sample of what’s in store:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtNkhZMuzTI
Support on the night will be provided by POGO and Spin FM DJ Barry Redsetta, and the NightFlight DJ competition winner Darragh Thomas.
Doors are at 11.00pm, and for more information check out:
www.night-flight-music.com
NightFlight have a knack for bringing the next big thing to our ears, such as Claude Von Stroke and Len Faki, so do not underestimate what is waiting for you in the Button Factory this Friday. It may be fatal.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
ELECTRIC PICNIC - An Experience
We sent down two reviewers to Electric Picnic 2010 to try cover events proceedings for the site and since both have submitted different reviews with differing acts and experiences I’ve decided that the best thing to do is break the reviews up into each person’s experience rather than try merge their writing. So here is the weekend of our reviewer David Quinn.
Review by David Quinn
Photos by Alessio Michelini and Kieran Frost (courtesy of Phantom FM)
Friday
As the beautiful Friday sunshine split the many rocks scattered across the Oscar Wilde campsite, I began my mental checklist before setting forth into the Main Arena. I shook my can of beer to check its volume, then looked at my counterfeit lanyard (yes, we got duped into purchasing the line up lanyard at the car park only to be told by officials that they were fake!) for the bands’ starting times and decided it was time to go. First up, Janelle Monae, and I had reservations of seeing another Amy Winehouse/Duffy hybrid, judging from her first single “Tightrope” from her debut album ArchAndroid. I left the campsite a little early however, as my intentions were to stop off and pay homage to the TrainWreck DJs with a few Jersey Shore fist pumps. I got so carried away in fact, that by the time I reached the main stage Ms Monae had already begun. Wearing a fantastic white tuxedo-esque shirt and black slacks, and accompanied by a band in matching tux get-up, they were already in the zone. I had not been there for any longer than 30 seconds when two black-leotarded ladies with matching hairdo to that of Janelle, appeared out of nowhere banging tambourines
while the Rick James looking bassist belted out a solo. Suddenly, the ladies jumped into the crowd, involving all in their tambourine action. Clearly blown away already at this point, the once sceptical side I had for this performance was out the window. The onstage antics continued through the quality tunes, and included dancing nuns, a dancing rabbi and a drummer who effortlessly spun his sticks through his fingers repeatedly. With a band consisting of keyboards, drums and bass, this was a rhythm section to die for. The standout track was definitely Wondaland, and predictably ended her set with her current radio hit Tightrope, but with a twist. An extended ending included a James Brown style approach complete with cape, which was ultimately thrown off emphatically for the finale. Impressive.
Next on the list was the always stellar Laura Marling, but with some time to kill I took a detour via the Bacardi bar, which would soon become my biggest vice at the festival. With a queue never nearly as large as that of the Heineken bars, and with friendly staff to buzz off, the Bacardi bar was a fantastic mid gig venture throughout the weekend and at times provided vital ingredients for enjoyment – alcohol. It was then off to the Crawdaddy Tent to see a performer continuously raved about and I was personally ashamed at having never seen live. When the set began however, something seemed off. Either the acoustics were awful or it was simply a bad choice to place such a mellow act in a large tent, but through Rambling Man, Ghosts and Alpha Shallows we had to confer in order to establish and agree upon the song being played. Laura eventually spoke and apologised for the sound, crediting it to a cold she is nursing. A common reference to a modern-day Joni Mitchell, as Laura Marling left the stage 15 minutes early I was significantly underwhelmed but came to the conclusion that, the smaller the venue, the more you will appreciate her.
Foals were next on the agenda, following up what was arguably one of the best Dublin gigs so far this year, and the crowd forming in the crawdaddy tent only further implied the magnitude of their live presence. Some may see second album Total Life Forever as a slower, more progressive approach and leaves behind the funk elements of Antidotes, and had some worry about the effect this would have on their normally high-octane performances. The worry was extinguished immediately. Foals played a rocking set and got formalities out of the way early on playing Cassius as their second song. Throughout the performance Yannis was climbing the frame of the stage, amps, jumping into the crowd and the fans loved every second of it. Regardless of venue, Foals will always deliver a show of immense proportions.
Finally it was time for Roxy Music, and in my opinion the biggest, most high profile and long awaited acts of the entire weekend. This is going to be something special, I thought. And special it was. Bryan Ferry still oozed sexual magnetism and girls were going crazy with every gyrate of his hips. They had a full band on stage complete with backing singers and percussion, and every now and then Ferry would bust out the harmonica himself. Playing all the hits like More Than This, Avalon and Love Is the Drug, they were truly unmissable. It was a night when every member of the crowd looked at their list of Must See bands before they die, and ecstatically ticked the box beside Roxy Music. Their encore, and the only song I can think of that was not played, was the always loved Lets Stick Together. From start to finish, a wonderful experience.
Saturday
Saturdays weather wasn’t a patch on Friday, but as long as it ain’t raining, am I right? We headed to the main arena with intent on seeing Crystal Castles. Now maybe its just me, but again there seemed to be an issue with either acoustics or equipment, because the incoherent nature of the gig forced me to leave earlier than intended. Another band hailed for their live shows have fallen by the wayside of the Festival carriage.
I only had time to stay for half of Seasick Steve’s set, but it was totally worth it. Even on the Main Stage he had the ability to project his sound, nay, his essence to the masses. Rocking his makeshift Diddly Bow and MDM (Mississippi Drum Machine – It’s a wooden box which he kicks to the beat) he played tunes from I Started Out With Nothing… and Man From Another Time while drummer Dan Magnusson played up to the crowd. At one stage he was feebly attempting a sexy dance when Steve chuckled and said “sit down ya idiot”. I really wish I could have stayed longer, as every time I see him I am blown away. But something for the future lurked via the Body and Soul area, something which I was told could change the face of (or even give a face to) Irish hip hop as we know it. Or don’t Know it. The innovator in question is Galway based producer and Hip Hop DJ Jimmy the Hideous Penguin, and he threw beats and
scratches around like balls of tether. With the help of an assortment of Irish MCs and rappers, some of whom impressively freestyled As Gaeilge, everyone on The Hill had a collective respect. Pure talent, and lots of it, the fear is that the Penguin will eventually have to venture further afield to gain the recognition he deserves, as there is simply no market for Irish Hip Hop on the emerald isle.
The beats continued as I made my way across the plains of the main arena to a Little Big Tent occupied by non other than Northern Irish DJ sensations The Japanese Pop stars. Que a medley of bone crushing beats and chubby bass lines that would blow the roof off any Dublin Venue, the entire set is now a blur of mega house mash-ups. These kind of raves always attract a strange crowd, and I had the pleasure of meeting a woman decked out in Little Bo Peep attire, and fist pumped in sync with a Mexican Luchador wrestler. Poetry.
A bit of time to recharge next, so it was back to the Bacardi bar as Lcd Soundsystem approached. When we did finally get to the Tent, they were just coming on stage, and complete with disco ball hanging from the ceiling, the party ensued. Everybody danced in lunacy as they busted out hits from their self titled debut album and the critically acclaimed Sounds Of Silver. The biggest crowd reactions came in the familiar form of Daft Punk Is Playing At My House and North American Scum.
With my energy starting to dwindle, I took a breather outside and recharged for about 30 minutes. Doing this was premeditated as I knew exactly what waited at the end of the Rave Tunnel that was Saturday night. Eventually I had to make a move in fear of missing the start of the final act of the evening, so I clawed my way to the Little Big Tent for The Bloody Beetroots. I was genuinely scared at this point, because odds are when they come on stage, my lifeless body will react uncontrollably, wasting what little reserves of energy I had left in the tank. I really didn’t know if I could handle it.
Then they walked on stage. i have seen clips of the Beetroots playing live, and it never looked more than a DJ set. I can only assume the identities of the following as they were all wearing those Bloody trademark masks. As they entered the fray, Edward Grinch climbed behind a full drum kit, while Tommy Tea took his place at the decks. Then Bob Rifo emerged, sporting the mask along with a punked out leather jacket with graffiti and torn skinny jeans. He placed a guitar over his shoulders, pointed to the crowd, and boom. The place exploded to the kick in of their famed remix of the Toxic Avengers Escape, and everyone was truly going mental. For a band predominantly associated with electronic and dance music, their stage presence was as anarchistic as johnny Rotten on his best day. I wonder had he gone home? The pop of the night was when the Bloody Beetroots burst into their well-known tune from album Romborama, Warp 1.9, i have never seen a crowd go so ballistic. They oddly closed their set with the ominous score from 28 Days Later, which was still great and almost a fitting way to send us back to our tents.
Sunday
Sunday began duller than the day before, and to cheer ourselves up we hit the Body and Soul area for an hour before heading off to see Two Door Cinema Club. Cymande were playing some funk classics at the Hill, and gratefully I had the pleasure of witnessing them perform The Message, a true classic. With our spirits heightened we made our way to the Electric Arena for an Irish band with a lot of potential and a rapidly growing fan base. They played many of their songs from Tourist History, including the much loved Something Good Can Work and Undercover Martyn. With what was quite a humbling performance was topped off with a brief chat with the crowd, Alex Trimble reminiscing about the previous years festival in which they performed on the back of a tractor, before thanking the crowd for the overwhelming reception. A lovely bunch of lads with a bright future.
By the time we got to the Main Stage for Friendly Fires, the heavens had opened. All in attendance were desperate for the funky dance pop troupe to help us forget our troubles, and our soaking clothes. And they prevailed with flying colours. Busting out new tracks along with fan favourites Jump in The Pool, Paris and my own personal, In the Hospital, the snake hips of Ed McFarlane were mesmerising. He continuously encouraged the crowd to get into it, most likely because many were leaving to escape the rain. I however was firmly standing (or dancing) my ground. They closed off with Phonebooth, and until that moment I genuinely forgot it was raining.
Following Friendly Fires was a band many of whom’s sole reason for attending the festival was to see. Although I consider myself a fan of Mumford & Sons, I was again skeptical about the setting for their performance. Was their sound large enough to encapsulate the crowd at the Main Stage? Seasick Steve proved that theory wrong the previous day, and with Mumford’s bellowing harmonies it could only further lay to rest the reservations. Unfortunately, it did not. So many have seen them in closed quarters such as the Academy, but playing outdoors in the rain to 20,000 people had them sounding watered down and at times completely drowned in a sea of sing alongs, most notably Little Lion Man and The Cave. No doubt i was one of the culprits singing along, one cannot help but involve ones self in The Cave. But as much as the crowd loved it, I do not think it was the intention of the band for the audience to take over for the majority of the gig. I would liked to have actually heard the band at some stage. Plans to see them again on a smaller setting are already in the works, as this set did not do them justice.
The Plan was to dilly dally about until Massive Attack, but the rain was getting worse. That classic festival muck was beginning to rise up here and Soul at that moment, I would not have witnessed the mind-boggling fusion rock of Neon Indian. With a guitarist sporting a look of Jimmy Page blended with Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, not to mention the talent to boot, they played a set that had you dancing one minute and shoe-gazing the next. The performance was not far off a more chilled version of The Mars Volta, with some Kyuss and even Santana thrown into the mix. To be honest I’m clutching at straws because they are quite incomparable. I was amazed to hear that their recorded sound is nowhere near as funky or upbeat.
It was finally time for Massive Attack, but realistically the weather was now torrential rain and Catrina-esque (no offence intended) winds. I managed to hear Angel and Inertia Creeps before deciding enough is enough. Call me a lightweight, but Led Zeppelin couldn’t have made me stay in that field. Okay maybe they could, but no one else. I reluctantly put my tail between my legs and high tailed it back to the campsite, where I spent the remainder the night fixing leaks and preventing my shelter from flying away. I am utterly disappointed in myself, but as I am sure many have told you, the conditions were not for the timid. I guess I am one of the timid. Maybe I’m just getting’ too old for this Sh**.
Review by David Quinn
Photos by Alessio Michelini and Kieran Frost (courtesy of Phantom FM)
Friday
As the beautiful Friday sunshine split the many rocks scattered across the Oscar Wilde campsite, I began my mental checklist before setting forth into the Main Arena. I shook my can of beer to check its volume, then looked at my counterfeit lanyard (yes, we got duped into purchasing the line up lanyard at the car park only to be told by officials that they were fake!) for the bands’ starting times and decided it was time to go. First up, Janelle Monae, and I had reservations of seeing another Amy Winehouse/Duffy hybrid, judging from her first single “Tightrope” from her debut album ArchAndroid. I left the campsite a little early however, as my intentions were to stop off and pay homage to the TrainWreck DJs with a few Jersey Shore fist pumps. I got so carried away in fact, that by the time I reached the main stage Ms Monae had already begun. Wearing a fantastic white tuxedo-esque shirt and black slacks, and accompanied by a band in matching tux get-up, they were already in the zone. I had not been there for any longer than 30 seconds when two black-leotarded ladies with matching hairdo to that of Janelle, appeared out of nowhere banging tambourines
while the Rick James looking bassist belted out a solo. Suddenly, the ladies jumped into the crowd, involving all in their tambourine action. Clearly blown away already at this point, the once sceptical side I had for this performance was out the window. The onstage antics continued through the quality tunes, and included dancing nuns, a dancing rabbi and a drummer who effortlessly spun his sticks through his fingers repeatedly. With a band consisting of keyboards, drums and bass, this was a rhythm section to die for. The standout track was definitely Wondaland, and predictably ended her set with her current radio hit Tightrope, but with a twist. An extended ending included a James Brown style approach complete with cape, which was ultimately thrown off emphatically for the finale. Impressive.
Next on the list was the always stellar Laura Marling, but with some time to kill I took a detour via the Bacardi bar, which would soon become my biggest vice at the festival. With a queue never nearly as large as that of the Heineken bars, and with friendly staff to buzz off, the Bacardi bar was a fantastic mid gig venture throughout the weekend and at times provided vital ingredients for enjoyment – alcohol. It was then off to the Crawdaddy Tent to see a performer continuously raved about and I was personally ashamed at having never seen live. When the set began however, something seemed off. Either the acoustics were awful or it was simply a bad choice to place such a mellow act in a large tent, but through Rambling Man, Ghosts and Alpha Shallows we had to confer in order to establish and agree upon the song being played. Laura eventually spoke and apologised for the sound, crediting it to a cold she is nursing. A common reference to a modern-day Joni Mitchell, as Laura Marling left the stage 15 minutes early I was significantly underwhelmed but came to the conclusion that, the smaller the venue, the more you will appreciate her.
Foals were next on the agenda, following up what was arguably one of the best Dublin gigs so far this year, and the crowd forming in the crawdaddy tent only further implied the magnitude of their live presence. Some may see second album Total Life Forever as a slower, more progressive approach and leaves behind the funk elements of Antidotes, and had some worry about the effect this would have on their normally high-octane performances. The worry was extinguished immediately. Foals played a rocking set and got formalities out of the way early on playing Cassius as their second song. Throughout the performance Yannis was climbing the frame of the stage, amps, jumping into the crowd and the fans loved every second of it. Regardless of venue, Foals will always deliver a show of immense proportions.
Finally it was time for Roxy Music, and in my opinion the biggest, most high profile and long awaited acts of the entire weekend. This is going to be something special, I thought. And special it was. Bryan Ferry still oozed sexual magnetism and girls were going crazy with every gyrate of his hips. They had a full band on stage complete with backing singers and percussion, and every now and then Ferry would bust out the harmonica himself. Playing all the hits like More Than This, Avalon and Love Is the Drug, they were truly unmissable. It was a night when every member of the crowd looked at their list of Must See bands before they die, and ecstatically ticked the box beside Roxy Music. Their encore, and the only song I can think of that was not played, was the always loved Lets Stick Together. From start to finish, a wonderful experience.
Saturday
Saturdays weather wasn’t a patch on Friday, but as long as it ain’t raining, am I right? We headed to the main arena with intent on seeing Crystal Castles. Now maybe its just me, but again there seemed to be an issue with either acoustics or equipment, because the incoherent nature of the gig forced me to leave earlier than intended. Another band hailed for their live shows have fallen by the wayside of the Festival carriage.
I only had time to stay for half of Seasick Steve’s set, but it was totally worth it. Even on the Main Stage he had the ability to project his sound, nay, his essence to the masses. Rocking his makeshift Diddly Bow and MDM (Mississippi Drum Machine – It’s a wooden box which he kicks to the beat) he played tunes from I Started Out With Nothing… and Man From Another Time while drummer Dan Magnusson played up to the crowd. At one stage he was feebly attempting a sexy dance when Steve chuckled and said “sit down ya idiot”. I really wish I could have stayed longer, as every time I see him I am blown away. But something for the future lurked via the Body and Soul area, something which I was told could change the face of (or even give a face to) Irish hip hop as we know it. Or don’t Know it. The innovator in question is Galway based producer and Hip Hop DJ Jimmy the Hideous Penguin, and he threw beats and
scratches around like balls of tether. With the help of an assortment of Irish MCs and rappers, some of whom impressively freestyled As Gaeilge, everyone on The Hill had a collective respect. Pure talent, and lots of it, the fear is that the Penguin will eventually have to venture further afield to gain the recognition he deserves, as there is simply no market for Irish Hip Hop on the emerald isle.
The beats continued as I made my way across the plains of the main arena to a Little Big Tent occupied by non other than Northern Irish DJ sensations The Japanese Pop stars. Que a medley of bone crushing beats and chubby bass lines that would blow the roof off any Dublin Venue, the entire set is now a blur of mega house mash-ups. These kind of raves always attract a strange crowd, and I had the pleasure of meeting a woman decked out in Little Bo Peep attire, and fist pumped in sync with a Mexican Luchador wrestler. Poetry.
A bit of time to recharge next, so it was back to the Bacardi bar as Lcd Soundsystem approached. When we did finally get to the Tent, they were just coming on stage, and complete with disco ball hanging from the ceiling, the party ensued. Everybody danced in lunacy as they busted out hits from their self titled debut album and the critically acclaimed Sounds Of Silver. The biggest crowd reactions came in the familiar form of Daft Punk Is Playing At My House and North American Scum.
With my energy starting to dwindle, I took a breather outside and recharged for about 30 minutes. Doing this was premeditated as I knew exactly what waited at the end of the Rave Tunnel that was Saturday night. Eventually I had to make a move in fear of missing the start of the final act of the evening, so I clawed my way to the Little Big Tent for The Bloody Beetroots. I was genuinely scared at this point, because odds are when they come on stage, my lifeless body will react uncontrollably, wasting what little reserves of energy I had left in the tank. I really didn’t know if I could handle it.
Then they walked on stage. i have seen clips of the Beetroots playing live, and it never looked more than a DJ set. I can only assume the identities of the following as they were all wearing those Bloody trademark masks. As they entered the fray, Edward Grinch climbed behind a full drum kit, while Tommy Tea took his place at the decks. Then Bob Rifo emerged, sporting the mask along with a punked out leather jacket with graffiti and torn skinny jeans. He placed a guitar over his shoulders, pointed to the crowd, and boom. The place exploded to the kick in of their famed remix of the Toxic Avengers Escape, and everyone was truly going mental. For a band predominantly associated with electronic and dance music, their stage presence was as anarchistic as johnny Rotten on his best day. I wonder had he gone home? The pop of the night was when the Bloody Beetroots burst into their well-known tune from album Romborama, Warp 1.9, i have never seen a crowd go so ballistic. They oddly closed their set with the ominous score from 28 Days Later, which was still great and almost a fitting way to send us back to our tents.
Sunday
Sunday began duller than the day before, and to cheer ourselves up we hit the Body and Soul area for an hour before heading off to see Two Door Cinema Club. Cymande were playing some funk classics at the Hill, and gratefully I had the pleasure of witnessing them perform The Message, a true classic. With our spirits heightened we made our way to the Electric Arena for an Irish band with a lot of potential and a rapidly growing fan base. They played many of their songs from Tourist History, including the much loved Something Good Can Work and Undercover Martyn. With what was quite a humbling performance was topped off with a brief chat with the crowd, Alex Trimble reminiscing about the previous years festival in which they performed on the back of a tractor, before thanking the crowd for the overwhelming reception. A lovely bunch of lads with a bright future.
By the time we got to the Main Stage for Friendly Fires, the heavens had opened. All in attendance were desperate for the funky dance pop troupe to help us forget our troubles, and our soaking clothes. And they prevailed with flying colours. Busting out new tracks along with fan favourites Jump in The Pool, Paris and my own personal, In the Hospital, the snake hips of Ed McFarlane were mesmerising. He continuously encouraged the crowd to get into it, most likely because many were leaving to escape the rain. I however was firmly standing (or dancing) my ground. They closed off with Phonebooth, and until that moment I genuinely forgot it was raining.
Following Friendly Fires was a band many of whom’s sole reason for attending the festival was to see. Although I consider myself a fan of Mumford & Sons, I was again skeptical about the setting for their performance. Was their sound large enough to encapsulate the crowd at the Main Stage? Seasick Steve proved that theory wrong the previous day, and with Mumford’s bellowing harmonies it could only further lay to rest the reservations. Unfortunately, it did not. So many have seen them in closed quarters such as the Academy, but playing outdoors in the rain to 20,000 people had them sounding watered down and at times completely drowned in a sea of sing alongs, most notably Little Lion Man and The Cave. No doubt i was one of the culprits singing along, one cannot help but involve ones self in The Cave. But as much as the crowd loved it, I do not think it was the intention of the band for the audience to take over for the majority of the gig. I would liked to have actually heard the band at some stage. Plans to see them again on a smaller setting are already in the works, as this set did not do them justice.
The Plan was to dilly dally about until Massive Attack, but the rain was getting worse. That classic festival muck was beginning to rise up here and Soul at that moment, I would not have witnessed the mind-boggling fusion rock of Neon Indian. With a guitarist sporting a look of Jimmy Page blended with Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, not to mention the talent to boot, they played a set that had you dancing one minute and shoe-gazing the next. The performance was not far off a more chilled version of The Mars Volta, with some Kyuss and even Santana thrown into the mix. To be honest I’m clutching at straws because they are quite incomparable. I was amazed to hear that their recorded sound is nowhere near as funky or upbeat.
It was finally time for Massive Attack, but realistically the weather was now torrential rain and Catrina-esque (no offence intended) winds. I managed to hear Angel and Inertia Creeps before deciding enough is enough. Call me a lightweight, but Led Zeppelin couldn’t have made me stay in that field. Okay maybe they could, but no one else. I reluctantly put my tail between my legs and high tailed it back to the campsite, where I spent the remainder the night fixing leaks and preventing my shelter from flying away. I am utterly disappointed in myself, but as I am sure many have told you, the conditions were not for the timid. I guess I am one of the timid. Maybe I’m just getting’ too old for this Sh**.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Dublin Clubbing Guide: All Out Rave
If you don’t know by now, you are either too old to party or living under a rock. So keep the volume on your long wave radio at an acceptable level while you watch a muted repeat of antiques road show in your worn discoloured slippers. Pleb.
Still don’t get what I’m on about??
I am quite clearly referring to one of the most insane party nights of the entire calendar year – LEAVING CERT RESULTS NIGHT!
That’s right, this Wednesday the pinnacle of our youth will be once again descending on the masses and pouring into our streets ready to let as much hair down as Rapunzel on the Eiffel Tower. And what better way to do it than a Massive Rave?
Well thanks to our unrelated namesake promoters Dublin Clubbing Guide and Midnight Events, there is no better option than the All Out Rave in The Turks Head.
With a slogan like “Go Hard or Go Home”, our latest motley crew of leaving cert students will have high expectations. And with a reported 15 gallons of Glow Paint, 1000 jumpsuits and 5 UV cannons, I very much doubt they will be disappointed. The venue is also boasting an indoor smoking area on the night (legal loophole maybe?) so for those non conformist smokers it should be quite a treat. The Main Rave Room will have resident DJs mashing up some of the filthiest Electro around, and they may as well lock the door – because with 3 Euro drinks all night you won’t want to leave.
For those not as inclined to rave all night (if they exist), or if you are just running out of steam, the Front Bar will play host to live bands throughout the night.
Its early doors at 9:30pm, and Admission is 8 Euro with cheaplist or flyer, or you can pay at the door.
For all the deets on the Rave and how to get on the cheaplist, visit the Facebook page below. And if you think you can get away with it, give homage to us old timers by requesting a bit of Hardcore Vibes or, the always classic, Maniac. Go on, you’ll love it.
Still don’t get what I’m on about??
I am quite clearly referring to one of the most insane party nights of the entire calendar year – LEAVING CERT RESULTS NIGHT!
That’s right, this Wednesday the pinnacle of our youth will be once again descending on the masses and pouring into our streets ready to let as much hair down as Rapunzel on the Eiffel Tower. And what better way to do it than a Massive Rave?
Well thanks to our unrelated namesake promoters Dublin Clubbing Guide and Midnight Events, there is no better option than the All Out Rave in The Turks Head.
With a slogan like “Go Hard or Go Home”, our latest motley crew of leaving cert students will have high expectations. And with a reported 15 gallons of Glow Paint, 1000 jumpsuits and 5 UV cannons, I very much doubt they will be disappointed. The venue is also boasting an indoor smoking area on the night (legal loophole maybe?) so for those non conformist smokers it should be quite a treat. The Main Rave Room will have resident DJs mashing up some of the filthiest Electro around, and they may as well lock the door – because with 3 Euro drinks all night you won’t want to leave.
For those not as inclined to rave all night (if they exist), or if you are just running out of steam, the Front Bar will play host to live bands throughout the night.
Its early doors at 9:30pm, and Admission is 8 Euro with cheaplist or flyer, or you can pay at the door.
For all the deets on the Rave and how to get on the cheaplist, visit the Facebook page below. And if you think you can get away with it, give homage to us old timers by requesting a bit of Hardcore Vibes or, the always classic, Maniac. Go on, you’ll love it.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Dublin CLubbing Guide: Mr Jones Presents - SWITCH
Ok, ok, everybody needs to stop harassing me on the streets with props on Goldenplec’s weekly tips on where to get your rave on, because it’s only going to get worse as the tips keep coming and I may be forced to live in fear as a hermit….
In reality we are encouraging our readers to post comments or email any suggestions of their own and they might just get their pick (and a mention) on the site! So feel free people and if it proves popular we may introduce some prizes in the future for the best pick.
But I digress…
This week we are heading back to the Bodytonic buzz of Mr. Jones in Twisted Pepper. This Thursday welcomes one half of the collaborative music project (and cartoon character) Major Lazer.
For those who do not know Major Lazer’s background, be prepared:
A Jamaican commando who had his arm torn off during the 1984 Zombie Wars, he now battles the undead on his rocket powered hoverboard. There is no evidence to corroborate this story, but it still absolute fact.
SWITCH – who teamed up with producer Diplo to form the project, had great success recently with the album Guns Don’t kill People… Lazers Do and is back on our shores with some sweet solo sounds ready to collectively melt face.
Boasting collaborations with the likes of M.I.A. and Santigold but to name a few, expect Switch to tear the place down with some heavy beats along with new tunes from the recent EP Lazers Never Die. The new EP, which was released on June 20th, featured 2 new songs and 3 mixes from the eminence of such artists as Thom Yorke (yeah, I Know!). Support on the night will be provided by the Mr. Jones regular Shortie, and there is some disgustingly good drinks promotions listed in great detail on their facebook page, so check it out to get a better grasp of just how stupid you would be if you didn’t attend.
Doors are at 11pm and admission is EUR10 or EUR8 with a student card.
So head to Twisted Pepper for some banging tunes and get ready to REACH FOR THE LAZERS!
http://www.facebook.com/?sk=events#!/event.php?eid=141292655903400
In reality we are encouraging our readers to post comments or email any suggestions of their own and they might just get their pick (and a mention) on the site! So feel free people and if it proves popular we may introduce some prizes in the future for the best pick.
But I digress…
This week we are heading back to the Bodytonic buzz of Mr. Jones in Twisted Pepper. This Thursday welcomes one half of the collaborative music project (and cartoon character) Major Lazer.
For those who do not know Major Lazer’s background, be prepared:
A Jamaican commando who had his arm torn off during the 1984 Zombie Wars, he now battles the undead on his rocket powered hoverboard. There is no evidence to corroborate this story, but it still absolute fact.
SWITCH – who teamed up with producer Diplo to form the project, had great success recently with the album Guns Don’t kill People… Lazers Do and is back on our shores with some sweet solo sounds ready to collectively melt face.
Boasting collaborations with the likes of M.I.A. and Santigold but to name a few, expect Switch to tear the place down with some heavy beats along with new tunes from the recent EP Lazers Never Die. The new EP, which was released on June 20th, featured 2 new songs and 3 mixes from the eminence of such artists as Thom Yorke (yeah, I Know!). Support on the night will be provided by the Mr. Jones regular Shortie, and there is some disgustingly good drinks promotions listed in great detail on their facebook page, so check it out to get a better grasp of just how stupid you would be if you didn’t attend.
Doors are at 11pm and admission is EUR10 or EUR8 with a student card.
So head to Twisted Pepper for some banging tunes and get ready to REACH FOR THE LAZERS!
http://www.facebook.com/?sk=events#!/event.php?eid=141292655903400
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
GOLDENPLEC DUBLIN CLUBBING GUIDE WEEK 2
BAD-KIDS Thursdays @ Crawdaddy
Yes, yes, the newest addition to Goldenplec is IN FACT a weekly occurrence, much to the joys of our readers! So you can all stop emailing us voicing your frustrations at such a great addition like the Dublin Clubbing Guide being so sporadic. I think we got one email, and I promise it was from a totally anonymous source that had absolutely nothing to do with the article…….
We are back for another week, attempting to sway your craving for a right oul dance to different specific nights/venues/promotions each week. Last week we recommended you check out the GaffParty’s 2 year birthday in Twisted Pepper – so I hope all who attended had a mega time as the general consensus was that the night was expectedly ‘off the chain’.
This week we ask you to feast your eyes (and eventually legs, arms and other body parts) on Crawdaddy’s new Thursday night offering coming from promoters Bad Kids. The Bad Kids crew have been running the night for about 6 weeks now and to date it has been very successful, and I am sure this Thursday will be no exception.
The Chocolate Bar will play host to some of the oldest-schoolest (not a word? Don’t care) hip-hop and gangsta rap from the 80’s and 90’s, so be prepared for your bum to start shaking uncontrollably to some Grandmaster Flash or Warren G.
While things are looking oh so smooth, next door in Crawdaddy will be oozing out the best current indie and electro tunes all night courtesy of the Lads from ClubFear Nites. Anyone who frequents The Oak on a Friday/Saturday will know that ClubFear’s choice of tune-age always gets a thumbs up. From The Beatles and Boys Noize to Vampire Weekend and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, you are sure to be stuck on the dance floor pumping your fist so hard that inevitably leaves you gasping with a cramp.
Sweet drinks promotions include:
Smirnoff Ice/WKD for EUR2.00
Pints for EUR3.00
Cocktails for EUR5.00
And if all of the above isn’t enough to entice you, entry is FREE before 11:30pm!! Its 5.00 after that, So get there early and use those funds on the awesome cheap drinks to fuel you into a dancing frenzy!
Yes, yes, the newest addition to Goldenplec is IN FACT a weekly occurrence, much to the joys of our readers! So you can all stop emailing us voicing your frustrations at such a great addition like the Dublin Clubbing Guide being so sporadic. I think we got one email, and I promise it was from a totally anonymous source that had absolutely nothing to do with the article…….
We are back for another week, attempting to sway your craving for a right oul dance to different specific nights/venues/promotions each week. Last week we recommended you check out the GaffParty’s 2 year birthday in Twisted Pepper – so I hope all who attended had a mega time as the general consensus was that the night was expectedly ‘off the chain’.
This week we ask you to feast your eyes (and eventually legs, arms and other body parts) on Crawdaddy’s new Thursday night offering coming from promoters Bad Kids. The Bad Kids crew have been running the night for about 6 weeks now and to date it has been very successful, and I am sure this Thursday will be no exception.
The Chocolate Bar will play host to some of the oldest-schoolest (not a word? Don’t care) hip-hop and gangsta rap from the 80’s and 90’s, so be prepared for your bum to start shaking uncontrollably to some Grandmaster Flash or Warren G.
While things are looking oh so smooth, next door in Crawdaddy will be oozing out the best current indie and electro tunes all night courtesy of the Lads from ClubFear Nites. Anyone who frequents The Oak on a Friday/Saturday will know that ClubFear’s choice of tune-age always gets a thumbs up. From The Beatles and Boys Noize to Vampire Weekend and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, you are sure to be stuck on the dance floor pumping your fist so hard that inevitably leaves you gasping with a cramp.
Sweet drinks promotions include:
Smirnoff Ice/WKD for EUR2.00
Pints for EUR3.00
Cocktails for EUR5.00
And if all of the above isn’t enough to entice you, entry is FREE before 11:30pm!! Its 5.00 after that, So get there early and use those funds on the awesome cheap drinks to fuel you into a dancing frenzy!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Dublin Clubbing Guide - Week 1: July 26th - Aug 1st
MR. JONES PRESENTS: GAFFPARTY 2ND BIRTHDAY PARTY & THE LOOKS SINGLE LAUNCH
As I am sure you are all well aware, Goldenplec does an awesome job at keeping you Irish scallywags in the know about what’s new in the world of music – and with that in mind we are introducing the Goldenplec Dublin Clubbing Guide!
Stuck for something to do during the week? Need some tips on where to go out? Dying to lose some excess body fat on a dance floor to some pumping choons?? Worried that you will end up a hermit??
Worry no more! Goldenplec will be bringing you the low down on where to bring your sweet new top-man T-shirts glow sticks each week.
Kicking things off in style this week we are pointing you in the direction of the Twisted Pepper, this Thursday the 29th of July. Mr Jones will play host to not only the 2nd birthday of the illustrious GAFFPARTY, but also the new single launch from The Looks.
The Looks have rocketed into the public forum after gaining notoriety as support for New Young Pony Club in the Button Factory in May, and the launch of new single Enemies/Romeo shows they have no plans to slow down. Support on the night will be provided by Kid Karate.
Once business hours are over for The Looks they will no doubt stick around for the party, as DJs set to perform well into the early hours include Trev Radiator and WhisperJack from Transmission, Ghostscene Djs, Shortie (representing the hosts Mr. Jones) and of course The Birthday boys. The Gaffparty lads will be closing off the night and celebrating their two years in style, with visuals provided throughout the night by Le Tissier.
With The Mezz staging another long line-up of DJs, the fun will never end until your body physically gives up.
Doors are at 9pm and Admission €5 until 11.30 or with Concession/ €8 without.
And don’t worry, there are plenty of drink promotions too so feel free to go nuts!
So if you were on the fence about what to do with your Thursday night, this may very well help you decide to put on them raving shoes, practice that fist pump and get yourself down to The Twisted Pepper.
For all the details check out the event page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=135205423184873
As I am sure you are all well aware, Goldenplec does an awesome job at keeping you Irish scallywags in the know about what’s new in the world of music – and with that in mind we are introducing the Goldenplec Dublin Clubbing Guide!
Stuck for something to do during the week? Need some tips on where to go out? Dying to lose some excess body fat on a dance floor to some pumping choons?? Worried that you will end up a hermit??
Worry no more! Goldenplec will be bringing you the low down on where to bring your sweet new top-man T-shirts glow sticks each week.
Kicking things off in style this week we are pointing you in the direction of the Twisted Pepper, this Thursday the 29th of July. Mr Jones will play host to not only the 2nd birthday of the illustrious GAFFPARTY, but also the new single launch from The Looks.
The Looks have rocketed into the public forum after gaining notoriety as support for New Young Pony Club in the Button Factory in May, and the launch of new single Enemies/Romeo shows they have no plans to slow down. Support on the night will be provided by Kid Karate.
Once business hours are over for The Looks they will no doubt stick around for the party, as DJs set to perform well into the early hours include Trev Radiator and WhisperJack from Transmission, Ghostscene Djs, Shortie (representing the hosts Mr. Jones) and of course The Birthday boys. The Gaffparty lads will be closing off the night and celebrating their two years in style, with visuals provided throughout the night by Le Tissier.
With The Mezz staging another long line-up of DJs, the fun will never end until your body physically gives up.
Doors are at 9pm and Admission €5 until 11.30 or with Concession/ €8 without.
And don’t worry, there are plenty of drink promotions too so feel free to go nuts!
So if you were on the fence about what to do with your Thursday night, this may very well help you decide to put on them raving shoes, practice that fist pump and get yourself down to The Twisted Pepper.
For all the details check out the event page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=135205423184873
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Deans @ Whelans July 21st
Wednesday 21st of July 2010 Whelans
Its 9pm on a typically wet Wednesday night and I am sheltered in the cosy familiarity of the Whelans bar, a comfy pint of the black stuff ready to hug my insides. I know what you’re thinking, there are a million places you would rather be on a miserable midweek night, and there is only so much to be expected entertainment wise for this time and place. The bar was a ghost town at the stroke of 9, with a few faces fitting in like the quiet locals of a rural pub. So I stood at the bar, weighing up my expectations based on the crowd, cynically half assuming my mind would be/could be made up before even judging the band. I didn’t like these thoughts, this lack of optimism, so I went outside to clear my head. As I stood in that lane we all know so well, I witnessed something which flickered memories of Almost Famous or some other stereotypical rock-fiction moment that brushed all scepticism aside. A large coach pulled up right in front of the lane, allowing dozens of people to flood off, all of whom walked straight in my direction and into the bar. Five minutes later it happened again. A rush of excitement filled me and my face flushed as I uncontrollably cracked a smile. Travelling fans – which mean at least one thing – notoriety. A second meaning is the inclusion of a crowd, because we all no how it feels to be at an empty gig.
Prior to my arrival I did have high hopes, as The Deans were fresh off a European tour spanning some of the best Rock and Blues festivals the continent has to offer. And as I came back to take my position at the bar, the large group forming in front of the stage told me that I was in for a treat. When the Deans graced the stage with their presence, they personified the rock and roll image, and immediately kicked things off with a rendition of Bo Didley’s Hey Luci. I turned to an acquaintance and we gave each other the approving nod. Following their opener, they played their original Rise and Shine, and that they did. The brothers Dean broke into a mid track solo and, to the joy of the crowd, oozed stage presence while playing each others frets. Yes, I said it. Some other fan favourites followed in the form of Harboring Faces and Mama Don’t Talk to Me, and then they stepped it up another level. One thing I am a sucker for is crowd participation, and if done successfully and prove ownership of everybody’s attention. Basically, if you have fun you are going to rave about the gig, and crowd participation is damn fun. This came in the form of the a capella Lin’in Track, assisted only by the beat of the crowds clapping hands. This also showed the range of Gavin’s voice which is equally astounding as his guitar playing. They slowed things down a bit next with their EP title track Distraction and Snake Dance, with hints of Ryan Adams, Rory Gallagher and The Doors peeping through. Two songs that could definitely withstand the weight of commercialism.
After another traditional jaunt or two they introduced what will soon become a newly released single, Worried All the Time. Thinking financially for just a moment, a single is assumed to be the pathway to commercial recognition, and therefore needs to have a certain element that can induce the majority into turning up the dial on their radio. More airplay means more dineros. Worried All the Time definitely has the strength and character to push their success, but I would worry for their sake that they do not become the victims of change too soon in order to please the “Suits”.
Thankfully these thoughts did not weigh heavy for too long as they introduced their following song as a “spiritual orgasm”, and proceeded into a lengthy medley of Mr. Hyde and William the Coward, which could only be described (by me) as a musical mind bomb transfusion of Santana-esc similarity. I am aware that the description doesn’t make sense, but referencing mind and body to the liquid sex of the song still seems justified.
By now I am in the palm of their hands, and when a band gets an Encore on a Wednesday in Whelans, it’s special. They finished off with classics Honey Hush by Big Joe Turner, What I’d Say by Ray Charles and the always welcomed Johnny B Goode.
When they finally did say goodbye, I included myself in the provision of a worthy ovation, as The Deans truly encapsulate classic Blues Rock for the modern music climate, similar to what The Answer are to doing for heavy rock. They stick to the roots of their influences and give a new generation access to a quality of music that, to the few who are aware or still care, literally paved the way for most of the music we listen to today. It may finally be time for all the Indie scenesters to open their mind to the past, the beginning, the reason for the songs and the bands we love – the blues. And what better a way to re-educate than for a fresh, young band to emulate the greats of the past while keeping it unique for the present. Imagine my surprise when I overhead a fellow attendee state “That was great, but not as good as the last time.” The possibility of The Deans leaving any more of a positive impression was difficult to fathom. At this stage all they will be doing is preaching to the converted.
http://www.thedeans.ie
http://www.myspace.com/deansrockandroll
SETLIST:
Hey Luci (Bo Didley)
Rise and Shine (Gavin Dean)
Harboring faces (Gavin dean)
Mama don’t talk to me (Gavin Dean)
Lin’in track (Traditional – A Capella)
Distraction (Gavin Dean)
Snake dance (Gavin Dean)
Why’d you do that to me (Traditional)
Feel so good (J.B Lenoir)
Worried all the Time (Gavin Dean – unreleased single)
Mr. Hyde (Gavin Dean)
William the coward (Gavin Dean)
Encore; Honey Hush (Big Joe Turner)
What id say (Ray Charles)
Johnny be Goode (Chuck Berry)
Its 9pm on a typically wet Wednesday night and I am sheltered in the cosy familiarity of the Whelans bar, a comfy pint of the black stuff ready to hug my insides. I know what you’re thinking, there are a million places you would rather be on a miserable midweek night, and there is only so much to be expected entertainment wise for this time and place. The bar was a ghost town at the stroke of 9, with a few faces fitting in like the quiet locals of a rural pub. So I stood at the bar, weighing up my expectations based on the crowd, cynically half assuming my mind would be/could be made up before even judging the band. I didn’t like these thoughts, this lack of optimism, so I went outside to clear my head. As I stood in that lane we all know so well, I witnessed something which flickered memories of Almost Famous or some other stereotypical rock-fiction moment that brushed all scepticism aside. A large coach pulled up right in front of the lane, allowing dozens of people to flood off, all of whom walked straight in my direction and into the bar. Five minutes later it happened again. A rush of excitement filled me and my face flushed as I uncontrollably cracked a smile. Travelling fans – which mean at least one thing – notoriety. A second meaning is the inclusion of a crowd, because we all no how it feels to be at an empty gig.
Prior to my arrival I did have high hopes, as The Deans were fresh off a European tour spanning some of the best Rock and Blues festivals the continent has to offer. And as I came back to take my position at the bar, the large group forming in front of the stage told me that I was in for a treat. When the Deans graced the stage with their presence, they personified the rock and roll image, and immediately kicked things off with a rendition of Bo Didley’s Hey Luci. I turned to an acquaintance and we gave each other the approving nod. Following their opener, they played their original Rise and Shine, and that they did. The brothers Dean broke into a mid track solo and, to the joy of the crowd, oozed stage presence while playing each others frets. Yes, I said it. Some other fan favourites followed in the form of Harboring Faces and Mama Don’t Talk to Me, and then they stepped it up another level. One thing I am a sucker for is crowd participation, and if done successfully and prove ownership of everybody’s attention. Basically, if you have fun you are going to rave about the gig, and crowd participation is damn fun. This came in the form of the a capella Lin’in Track, assisted only by the beat of the crowds clapping hands. This also showed the range of Gavin’s voice which is equally astounding as his guitar playing. They slowed things down a bit next with their EP title track Distraction and Snake Dance, with hints of Ryan Adams, Rory Gallagher and The Doors peeping through. Two songs that could definitely withstand the weight of commercialism.
After another traditional jaunt or two they introduced what will soon become a newly released single, Worried All the Time. Thinking financially for just a moment, a single is assumed to be the pathway to commercial recognition, and therefore needs to have a certain element that can induce the majority into turning up the dial on their radio. More airplay means more dineros. Worried All the Time definitely has the strength and character to push their success, but I would worry for their sake that they do not become the victims of change too soon in order to please the “Suits”.
Thankfully these thoughts did not weigh heavy for too long as they introduced their following song as a “spiritual orgasm”, and proceeded into a lengthy medley of Mr. Hyde and William the Coward, which could only be described (by me) as a musical mind bomb transfusion of Santana-esc similarity. I am aware that the description doesn’t make sense, but referencing mind and body to the liquid sex of the song still seems justified.
By now I am in the palm of their hands, and when a band gets an Encore on a Wednesday in Whelans, it’s special. They finished off with classics Honey Hush by Big Joe Turner, What I’d Say by Ray Charles and the always welcomed Johnny B Goode.
When they finally did say goodbye, I included myself in the provision of a worthy ovation, as The Deans truly encapsulate classic Blues Rock for the modern music climate, similar to what The Answer are to doing for heavy rock. They stick to the roots of their influences and give a new generation access to a quality of music that, to the few who are aware or still care, literally paved the way for most of the music we listen to today. It may finally be time for all the Indie scenesters to open their mind to the past, the beginning, the reason for the songs and the bands we love – the blues. And what better a way to re-educate than for a fresh, young band to emulate the greats of the past while keeping it unique for the present. Imagine my surprise when I overhead a fellow attendee state “That was great, but not as good as the last time.” The possibility of The Deans leaving any more of a positive impression was difficult to fathom. At this stage all they will be doing is preaching to the converted.
http://www.thedeans.ie
http://www.myspace.com/deansrockandroll
SETLIST:
Hey Luci (Bo Didley)
Rise and Shine (Gavin Dean)
Harboring faces (Gavin dean)
Mama don’t talk to me (Gavin Dean)
Lin’in track (Traditional – A Capella)
Distraction (Gavin Dean)
Snake dance (Gavin Dean)
Why’d you do that to me (Traditional)
Feel so good (J.B Lenoir)
Worried all the Time (Gavin Dean – unreleased single)
Mr. Hyde (Gavin Dean)
William the coward (Gavin Dean)
Encore; Honey Hush (Big Joe Turner)
What id say (Ray Charles)
Johnny be Goode (Chuck Berry)
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