I first heard about MEET YOUR BEAT several months ago, when co-founder AARON ESKEETS posted a video of Andre Obin's performance at Radio. It wasn't just a single-song video clip, shot by Flipcam or camera phone -- it was Obin's entire, 30-minute-long electronic-pop set, with quality audio and different angles to help break up the visual monotony.
Has anyone seen Rickyy Thornburg's missing Red Sox wallet? If you hit up Middlesex Lounge tonight for the COOL RANCH party with TRABANTS and BODEGA SLUTS (a fucked-up hybrid supergroup with the 'Girls, Cave In, Read Yellow, uhh Kingsley Flood, Miltown, a billion others bands and pretty much everyone ever) be on the lookout for for a wallet that says "Yoooouuuukkkk!" on it.
We've watched those Dead Trees kids since they were but little pups playing far better Pavement knbockoffs than a bunch of 16-year-olds had any right to
For those of you reading this at work: the weekend ain't over yet, snitches. Many of you will have Tuesdays bookmarked as Hearthrob night, but they're going early this week to accomodate a dude who we'd postpone Christmas to see. Even if you don't listen to SINDEN's UK radio show or have the funds to fly over the pond to catch his resident sets at Fabric, you've probably encountered his remixes, sets, image, and likeness on this blog and many others (those Mad Decent guys, for example, are obsessed).
Mistaker brings the Rub up to the Middlesex Lounge tonight -- always a good time. And if you happen to notice a bunch of sweaty bloggers with ping-pong paddles, just don't even bother asking.
Speaking of the Rub, those dudes are making history -- more to the point, they're 11 (eleven!) volumes into their "The Rub History of Hip-Hop" mp3-mix series, which is so good we can't believe they're giving it away for free.
Retard Disco-style geek-rap phenomenon JUICEBOXXX brings his spazztastic, totally rad, straight-outta-Milwaukee steez to town tonight, and nobody could be more psyched than our favorite DIY partytime crew BIG DIGITS, who own this shit locally and are "presenting" -- but not performing -- tonight's gig.
IF YOU GO:
Clone yourself. We don't know what to tell you. Possibly you've already seen the Spank Rock DJ team and so can somehow justify missing XXXChange & Rockwell tear shit up tonight at Paper.