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DJ Coverband

Mathew — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 17:37:31 +0000

I am going to form a dj cover band called Orbital When They Were Awesome.

Me and my partner are going to mock up racks of gear and wear the little head lamps and play songs from classic orbital live sets. It will be just like as if you were at a mid 90’s rave like Glastonbury listening to Chime for the first time. (Your choice of 1994 or 2004 versions)
The opening act would either be ‘Ardfloor, or Underwhirled. Possibly both.

6 hours of classic techno played exactly like you remember (or want to remember) it.

PROMOTERS!!! Act now and receive a free after hours party with Doc Martini performing such classics as “Unlock the House tape one side b” and “Wicked 09/15/95 last half of side a”

Upcoming Gigs: 10/10/09 Plawtin. 6 hours of classic Windsor Techno playing in Detroit REPLAYED LIVE in Seattle.

dirty ravers

Mathew — Sat, 25 Oct 2008 20:29:11 +0000

I stole this tape out of the bedroom of a semi friends sister when I was 16. I am sorry. But you will never get it back. There were two tapes at one point. “Doc Martin, Live at Unlock the House”, 12-9-1995 tape one and tape two. Tape one is gone. Long live tape one. I thought I tracked it down, but it was not the one. I will always remember the Spanish guitar jam that the crowd lost their shit to, because I walked everywhere with it, losing my shit on the bus, on the street going over to Dickey’s house, in my living room with 25 invited friends over at 8am on Sunday morning.

This tape is deep as fuck. Doc at his peak. Heavy. Slamming drums, big vocals and nasty stomach twisting basslines. Snare rolls. Breaks, builds, tension and mother fucking drama in the club.

Extra points if you can tell me what the Energy Flash mix is at 21:00.

40 seconds later he starts teasing the tambourine from Green Velvets “Flash” in and you hear it: “FUCK YEA!”

FUCK YEA!

It ain’t art, but it sure is fun.

Mathew — Thu, 01 May 2008 05:45:46 +0000

Nothing poignant to read here. Breaks over 4, a couple of 303’s and a really, really sleazy vocal put the grease right where it belongs. Think Hardfloor remixing the Detroit Grand Pubahs. I am not saying it is that good, I am just saying that is what I was aiming it.

This is the kind of tune I would have gone apeshit over when I was 16. To be honest, I felt like I was 16 while making it. Isn’t that what it is all about anyway? I used to work with a girl, an artist, and she had an attitude that if you are having fun, you are wasting your time. “You have got to take this seriously, this is ART!”

Fuck that. This ain’t art. If you ain’t having fun, you ain’t doing it right.