"'The fast' is packing them in"

Interesting piece by Michaelangelo Matos for Racket about Minnesota deejay crew Crimes Against Ravers and their 200 bpm nu-gabber sets, which are drawing local youth to alarmingly crowded house parties.

Here's one of the crew with a Cocaine Induced Psychosis Mix

Even the cru's graphix flashback to the era of Mokum and K.N.O.R. and Forze.

"For a recently made limited-edition screenprint T-shirt, Matt drew “a ’90s gabber goblin Calvin [of Calvin & Hobbes] pissing on the turntables.” 

Does seem to be a general drift back to velocity happening on various fronts 

Maybe it's related to this point Matos makes: 

"After the pandemic, a lot of kids were locked up for two-three years and are ready to rage. And C.A.R. is an outlet for that.

"“That was definitely what I felt a lot at the start,” Joe says. “I think a lot of us felt and still do feel the itch—you’ve just got to get out and dance your heart out.”

But also this:

“It’s that, plus just how fucked up the whole world is,” Matt says. “This is a nice outlet to let off steam.”

fuck off nutty tunes for fuck off nutty ravers

1990?!

Seems very advanced for 1990

Sounds like 1992, nearly

Went to a rave club at the Astoria called Slime Time!, in early 92

Actually that flyer has jogged my memory -  the night was called The Breakfast Club (started at 5 AM in the morning on Sunday!) and the promoter was Nut-Nut Promotions, who also did Slime Time!. The venue  does appear to be the Astoria - same address, 157 Charing Cross Road  - but at that time was called Busby's. (Later the venue reverted to being Astoria 2)

Yeah I remember the promise of "plate-shaking"sounds!

Also remember seeing this slogan somewhere or other (maybe the club listings page of iD)

When we went it was all bombastic Belgian style riffage and gaunt short-haired youths slicing the air with gun-fingers

The idea of something  so ardkore being right in the centre of the West End seems somehow amazing in retrospect (but then a lot of the acid house kicked off from right in the centre of town)

Breakfast Club was also just round the corner - barely fifty yards I'd say - from the Mars Bar, where Speed would be based from late 94 - the West End location symbolising the return of the black sheep of rave into the fold of musicality and acceptance by the house-techno bods. To which, "gah!", yes... but it was a fab club it has to be admitted.

Fond memories of dancing to "Pulp Fiction" by A. Reese at Speed -  in its own slick rollin way the B-line was just as much a plate-shaker as anything from three years earlier








Actually another hardcore nuum club right in the dead centre of London - a minute's walk from Centrepoint - was Thunder & Joy, every Sunday in this basement under the YMCA,  a little ways up (and just off) Tottenham Court Road.

nostalgie de la vitesse

Rinse FM's old skool don Uncle Dugs, while playing Crystal Waters's "Gypsy Woman": "You know what, it’s funny, how much our music changed – within a year of this tune being out, this wouldn’t have fitted in in any of the raves. It's funny isn’t it – music was changing so rapid in these days. Bpms were flying through the roof."