Right... I've mentioned this to one or two other OTF Music people by email, but now it's time to go public.
Thing is, I've got the chance to do a bit of DJing at the local... at the local Goth club. There, I said it. It's called 'The Dark Side of the Lune'. Do you see what they've done there?. Yes, I go quite often. No, I don't goth up for the occassion.
Trouble is, they do like their cyber-dance a bit too much, so having ingratiated myself with the Head Goth I thought I could loosen up their corset strings a bit with something more electro-poppy. I slung together a mix with casual abandon deploying my mad Traktor skilllz including stuff like Presets, Cut Copy & Crystal Castles, thinking all that would fit in well with their digital detachment and 80's pop bent. Unfortunately the Head Goth said it was a bit too dancey and sent me off to make a more Goth-friendly comp. Which sort of left me stranded, because the whole point was not to end up playing the hardkore darkwave cyber that they have a pronounced tendency to overindulge us with.
Sorry. Rambling.
One group that Head Goth and I agree are perfect for the DSotL nights are Ladytron, so I'm after something in that vein (ha! 'vein', très goth) - sinister, broody electro, ideally sung in sullen monotone by women (or men, for that matter) in patent leather corsets wearing bright red lipstick. Nothing too 'indie'. Nothing too happy. And nothing by Australian new-rave bands, however much the vocals sound like Robert Smith or Billy Mackenzie. Something a bit saucy, a bit dirty. Goths love a bit of smut. Doesn't have to fit the goth jigsaw perfectly, but it's got to have the mood. New blood, to sweep away the rusty cybercobwebs choking the dancefloor. New releases, stuff that passes under the Pitchfork radar. Except Flykkiller, who are shit. Links to blogs, online playlists and Myspace pages gratefully accepted.
The long term objective is that after a couple of sets toeing the goth line (and they'll hunt me at midnight and suck my blood if I transgress, oh yes), I'll have proved my worth to the Cabal and be allowed to play all the stuff I really want. I am out on a bit of a limb at first, though - last time I DJ'd I was wearing 24" flares and playing Happy Mondays mixes at Madchester nights.
(That was in 2005. Ha ha.)
But I've still got it! Oh yeah, I'll show them. They'll be laughing on the other side of their flourescent jewellery by the time I've finished. If they know how to laugh. Fuck it, I'll make them laugh.
Thing is, I've got the chance to do a bit of DJing at the local... at the local Goth club. There, I said it. It's called 'The Dark Side of the Lune'. Do you see what they've done there?. Yes, I go quite often. No, I don't goth up for the occassion.
Trouble is, they do like their cyber-dance a bit too much, so having ingratiated myself with the Head Goth I thought I could loosen up their corset strings a bit with something more electro-poppy. I slung together a mix with casual abandon deploying my mad Traktor skilllz including stuff like Presets, Cut Copy & Crystal Castles, thinking all that would fit in well with their digital detachment and 80's pop bent. Unfortunately the Head Goth said it was a bit too dancey and sent me off to make a more Goth-friendly comp. Which sort of left me stranded, because the whole point was not to end up playing the hardkore darkwave cyber that they have a pronounced tendency to overindulge us with.
Sorry. Rambling.
One group that Head Goth and I agree are perfect for the DSotL nights are Ladytron, so I'm after something in that vein (ha! 'vein', très goth) - sinister, broody electro, ideally sung in sullen monotone by women (or men, for that matter) in patent leather corsets wearing bright red lipstick. Nothing too 'indie'. Nothing too happy. And nothing by Australian new-rave bands, however much the vocals sound like Robert Smith or Billy Mackenzie. Something a bit saucy, a bit dirty. Goths love a bit of smut. Doesn't have to fit the goth jigsaw perfectly, but it's got to have the mood. New blood, to sweep away the rusty cybercobwebs choking the dancefloor. New releases, stuff that passes under the Pitchfork radar. Except Flykkiller, who are shit. Links to blogs, online playlists and Myspace pages gratefully accepted.
The long term objective is that after a couple of sets toeing the goth line (and they'll hunt me at midnight and suck my blood if I transgress, oh yes), I'll have proved my worth to the Cabal and be allowed to play all the stuff I really want. I am out on a bit of a limb at first, though - last time I DJ'd I was wearing 24" flares and playing Happy Mondays mixes at Madchester nights.
(That was in 2005. Ha ha.)
But I've still got it! Oh yeah, I'll show them. They'll be laughing on the other side of their flourescent jewellery by the time I've finished. If they know how to laugh. Fuck it, I'll make them laugh.
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