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DJ Z Trip

Factory Theatre

Sydney, AUS

January 28, 2017

Turntablism is an art form. 

Period. 

An art form that more often than not has been diluted by applying a simple formula and reducing it to the lowest common denominator to make it appealing to the mainstream palate in a day and age where the democratization of technology has lowered the entry tariff 

DJ Z Trip is fundamentally different: Strip the preconceptions, arm a man with turntables and vinyl records and focus on the crowd and the system. 

Old school.  

Add creativity, sprinkle in technical precision, pepper it with sincere passion for what he does and a capability that seems to be hardwired into his DNA when it comes to detecting what makes a song and altering it, amplifying its merits and taking it over the top via prolonging its climax. 

DJ Z Trip channels the essence of songs, infuses them with his own arrangements and brushstrokes his mixes by using the originals he chose as his canvas.

No matter if your pedigree is coloured by block parties, old school hip hop or rock, watching DJ Z Trip trawl through his vinyl connection is an infectious endeavour. 

It is not hard to tell that he has absorbed every beat of it, learned to love it and with great respect emits it back to an appreciative audience, while riding the wave of the mood in the room. 

We are talking limitless explorations: The way that DJ Z Trip imaginatively constructs his transitions, especially in a live environment, has a myriad of shades and deliberate connotations, that should urge one to take a step back, and envision his performance as a rich tapestry based on a history lesson of what has been proven to work in music, and a deconstruction and reassembling of the parts that make it tick, lending it a different and enhanced dimension. 

Great technique means nothing if the selection is not on point and it is enhanced further if it is personal. With Z Trip the love is felt in the mix. There is groove. There is rock. There is dance floor. There is hip-hop. He mashes what is often perceived to be diametric opposites to form a fusion that makes you instantly vibe and appreciate the colouration that was given to the originals.

Crowd participation to the extent of heartfelt singalongs? Enter DJ Z Trip.  With a profound disregard for what is considered to be restricting in terms of genres, layering becomes the instrument that evokes associations, reconnection and reassessment of what is commonly believed to have been shelved and compartmentalized in the canon of popular music.

Here’s a guy that is fueled by a healthy disregard for barriers, simmering down the essence of a great song, and boiling it up and having it fusion it with the DNA of another, encapsulating the essence of multi-tasking and blending old and new school.

His live sets are both delicate and dedicated, there is technical prowess galore while not neglecting the fun part. It is a delight to watch him in action, as it is an experience similar to watching an actual band and not a DJ merely pushing buttons. 

Summa summarum, a rollicking good ole time, man!

Being a DJ can be a conflicting role in that there is a need to entertain and please the crowd in some way to make them pay attention to your music without sacrificing your own tastes and aesthetics. 

DJ Z Trip creates his own environment while he is on stage reflective of the diversity and demographics of the audience. 

The fact that he nearly sold out the Factory Theatre in Sydney with the city’s biggest annual electronic festival happening simultaneously is testament to his relevance, longevity and standing.

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Photos by KAVV

Periphery
Metro Theatre
Sydney, AUS
February 3, 2017

“Periphery” denotes the external boundary of a body.

If the body in question is modern and progressive metal, the name of the band would be quite inadequate.

With their signature triple-guitar attack, which lends their oeuvre a particular rhythmic dexterity, mathematical cacophony and complex grooves, Periphery’s intertwined conceptual albums provide a solid canon of modern metal.

With their distinctive high-gain fuelled by extensive use of overdrive pedals, virtuoso soloing, distorted, palm-muted, low-pitch guitar sound, Periphery have become one of the spearheads of what has become known as the djent niche, named for an onomatopoeia of the sound that was coined by bands like Meshuggah and SikTh.

The palpable sense of excitement and anticipation of the sold out crowd spoke volumes for the band’s status in the modern metal scene: As soon as the band hit the stage, they were welcomed with open arms and received enthusiastically.

The band reciprocated with delivering a set list spiked with crowd pleasers and fan favourites, which elicited crowd reactions running the gamut from heartfelt singalongs to testosterone driven circle pitting.

Even if you are not at home in the land of progressive metal, it proves difficult to not be impressed by Periphery’s craft of technically astute musicianship blending crushing and aggressive parts with more quiet moments, which highlights the band’s attention to detail.
With the recent emission on the album front tapping into the heritage of classic rock bands, e.g. The Who and Pink Floyd, it adds yet another layer to the experience that is Periphery live: An entertaining mélange of heaviness and melodic components emphasized by Spencer Sotelo’s stage presence, audience engagement and varied vocal range, seamlessly transitioning from guttural growls to clean singing.

Seeing the band being in the moment and passionate about the act of performing only adds to the spectacle that Periphery in a live environment has become.

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photos by T

Electric Gardens Festival

Centennial Park

Sydney, AUS

January, 28 2017

The second installment of Sydney’s electro bash festival descended again in the lush surrounds of Sydney’s Centennial Parklands, an idyllic location and arguably one of the best inner-city festival sites in New South Wales, featuring formal gardens, ponds, grand avenues, statues, heritage buildings, sporting fields and a diverse flora and fauna that make it an ideal backdrop for the three stages and the diverse artists that Electric Gardens hosted in 2017:

Local group DIGITAL THERAPY presented a stage situated in an indoor tent featuring some of more prominent names on the progressive scene of the last three decades: Sasha with his peerless command of dance floor sensibilities and his skilful exploration of beatless soundscapes; Hernan Cattaneo, who performed at Electric Gardens for the second time, took us on a complex voyage through genres, emotions and sounds; Eelke Kleijn heavy on anthemic floor fillers and Tel Aviv based Guy Mantzur, co-owner of the Munich-based label Plattenbank, weaved his hypnotic melodies to a carpet that invited to space out on.

The CODE techno arena returned with Hot Creations as well as its sub-labels Emerald City and Hottrax boss Jamie Jones at the helm, channeling his iconic sound that paved the way for a warmer, more melodic, deeper side of techno to emerge.

&ME delivered his signature blend of Techno and soulful House and Brazilian born and Barcelona based ANNA had the dance floor moving with her seductive yet heavy-hitting brand of techno and tech-house.

The MIXMAG main stage held the integral house heavyweight Mark Knight bouncing from genre to genre, invoking feels ranging from tropical via frenetic and at times just letting it rip by puling on the audience’s guilty pleasures, knocking out a thumping set of house, tech and progressive.

British electronic dance duo Basement Jaxx brought the big beats to the House (see what I did there?) and focused on what they do best: Fueling and providing the soundtrack to partay. It would have been a nice addition to the festival to see them in their element with a full blown, colourful regular production of theirs as with a traditional DJ set it is hard to compete with the wacky costumes, exotic dancers and overall fun carnival that makes their performances fun.

Swedish headline act Eric Prydz returned to Australian shores for the first time in three years. Being both one of the world’s most in demand underground spinners and producers of house tracks of the last decade, he took on the spot that in 2016 was reserved for Fatboy Slim.

Prydz operates three labels, each of which serving as a launch pad for his own diverse productions, which he releases under pseudonyms, e.g. Cirez D under which he channels his more traditional techno emissions, the more melodic Pryda imprint focusing more on the fusion of hooks and bass lines and the hard edged Mouseville Records.

His performance which was informed by all three streams of his creative sources once again underlined the breadth of his oeuvre that goes far beyond of what he is known for to the mainstream with his commercially most successful dance anthem “Call on me”.
His performance was framed and accentuated by a light show that would have made Albert Speer proud as the lasers built a dome of light.

With a refined approach, Electric Gardens has done it again: A great, diverse festival in a fantastic location based on conscious effort to provide a great experience to a diverse crowd.

---Photos by KAVV

Peter Garrett and the Alter Egos
Taronga Zoo
Sydney, AUS
January 27, 2017

Some people say Peter Garrett got his inimitable, signature whirling dervish dance steps and refreshingly nonsensical, jerky thrusting of hand gestures from Radio Birdman’s Rob Younger, whose early live performances have left a lasting imprint on him during his formative years during the birth of punk rock in Sydney. An influence that not only culminated in moves but eventually manifested itself the punk rock approach to Midnight Oil’s political theatre and agitprop.

There are worse pedigrees to be had.

Retired from his political career and having walked the walk for ten years in parliament, the long-limbed, gangly environmentalist made an authentic return to the stage and his first and foremost vocation.

While his current incarnation is nowhere as edgy as his efforts spearheading Midnight Oil, tonight’s live performance brings an understated intensity and sentiment without sentimentality, anchored in Garrett’s commanding stage presence and untainted and unwithered by his time in politics, messy compromises in the high offices and the public eye.

Backed by a solid band of seasoned that locked in and seemingly enjoyed the ride, the performance was focused on Garrett’s solo emissions with raw nods to history yet refraining from playing to nostalgia.

Songs of homecoming, reaffirmation and bluesy defiance with Garrett’s bark and howl found with Taronga Zoo a perfect location: The Twilight at Taronga concert series offers its yearly, wonderfully relaxed open-air shows series nestled on the lawns of Taronga Zoo’s amphitheatre set against the backdrop of the scenic Sydney harbour.

If Garrett’s show tonight was a taste of things to come, there is something to look forward this year with him burning the Midnight Oil again with the reunion of the band.

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Photos by KAVV

On January 21 I saw Bash & Pop with the So So Glos at the Great Scott in Boston, MA, a small-bar venue with a sound system that’s just shitty enough to be charming. I’d seen the So So Glos before and loved them - they’re a fun, snarky NYC punk band, and I talked about them in a previous concert review here. They’re probably about 68% of the reason why I went to this show.

Bash & Pop had their own unique draw for me, though. This was Tommy Stinson’s band - Tommy Stinson of Replacements fame. The Replacements were before my time - they broke up just a month before I was born - and Stinson’s Bash & Pop formed in 1992 and broke up in 1994 - just before I could have a memory. Nonetheless, over the years I’ve become a big Replacements fan, especially after reading the Replacements biography Trouble Boys by Bob Mehr. They were known for absolutely awesome and absolutely awful live shows, depending on how much they had to drink that night. Either way, these live shows were supposedly legendary, but for me they were only legends.

Thus, when I heard that Bash & Pop was coming back in 2016 - with a totally new lineup, but with Stinson still at the helm - I had to see them live, even if the now 50-year-old Stinson was just a shadow of those legendary shows. At 25 I was by far the youngest one there (these were all Replacements fans, after all), but minutes after I got there, a big hairy man in a black leather jacket complimented me on my Titus Andronicus hoodie.

I had never seen the Great Scott that crowded - the show was sold out, and I had to accept that I was going to be gently pressed up against drunk dads for the rest of the night. The So So Glos were great as always, but I think I was the only one who knew the lyrics. Midway through the show, I watched two old men start to tell each other off (“What the fuck you say??”) with one of the guy’s girlfriends saying, “Ugh, Jake, can you please take this outside?” I didn’t see them for the rest of the show after that. In many ways, seeing two old men fighting before the show even started was the exact thing I signed up for when I bought this Bash & Pop ticket.

Tommy Stinson and his band in matching brown suits didn’t take the stage until 11pm, and I think I was the only one in the room yawning. I felt really young and really old at the same time.

For the first half of the show, the band was only okay, which was about what I expected. Their 1993 album Friday Night Is Killing Me is a pretty middle-of-the-road rock side project, and it’s pretty impressive that their 2016 album Anything Could Happen sounds like it could have been Disc 2 of Friday Night Is Killing Me. They played all their songs straight, to the point that you could close your eyes and think you were hearing the studio recording, which for me is not a compliment.

Then Stinson said, “You know...A whiskey on the rocks would be really nice right now. Realll nice.” Within minutes, Stinson had four glasses of whiskey at his feet. Drinking those whiskeys the rest of the night, the band suddenly sounded incredible. They got louder, they started jamming, and I actually believed what Stinson was singing. Stinson was suddenly hilarious and charming: In between a song he said with a whiskey in his hand, “Tomorrow my daughter and I are celebrating her birthday in New York. We’re going bowling!” Meanwhile, a mom standing next to me got completely shitfaced and yelled “I LOVE YOU!!!”

It was a beautiful moment where good ol’ rock n roll lived on - but probably so did 50-year-old Stinson’s alcoholism - and it was a moment where I definitely did not belong. Stinson refused to play any Replacements songs, but nonetheless I’m sure everyone around me had a chance to go back in time, while I could only see the afterglow of an aging punk whose flame dwindled on.