Tag: Azzido da Bass

Friday Night Music Club Vol 63

People often ask me: how do you go about compiling these mixes?

(Nobody has ever asked me that, that’s another one of those false constructs I’ve mentioned before, created with the sole intention of writing an intro for tonight’s post.)

Normally, I hear a tune, and set about building a mix around it. Tonight’s though, is a little different.

The iPod used to have an On The Go function, where if a song came on you wanted to add to a playlist, you added it to that and did whatever you wanted to do later. I used this quite a lot back in the day (“…back in the day…”! I can’t believe I’m getting nostalgic for an iPod!), when travelling into and back home from work. But since mine conked out and Apple stopped making them, I now use my iPhone (I’m not sponsored by them, by the way) instead, and with my journeys into work, and yes, back again, much longer than they used to be, these old lugholes of mine are exposed to loads more than they used to be.

I have a folder on my iTunes/Apple Music app (no, seriously: not sponsored, not even a little bit) specifically for Friday Night Music Club and whenever I’m out and about and a tune comes on I want to use, into that folder it goes. It currently hosts 552 songs, and when I’m struggling for ideas, into that folder I dip.

But, the other week, I decided to try something different, and create a mix entirely on the fly. The plan was: pick a load of songs, put them into one mix, in the same order as I chose them (there will have been others in between deemed not good enough which didn’t make the grade).

I mention this by way of explanation of a couple of crunching gear changes between songs, and some end rather abruptly, usually where they would ordinarily merge into the next track (unselected, of course; including two tunes by the same artist in the mix, especially right next to each other, is strictly forbidden in the rules of mixtape/mix preperation) on the original record. Sorry, that’s just how they are. Trust me, had I not made up the rule that I couldn’t change the running order, I would have done so and you’d be none the wiser.

Oh and final thing: in another break from tradition, some of the tunes on tonight’s mix could actually be called (fairly) contemporary.

Fancy a listen? Ok then.

But not before one of these:

…because it turns out that Jenny Lewis has a potty mouth, albeit briefly, on the Rilo Kiley track, which sounds suspiciously similar to their most famous tune, Portions for Foxes.

Ready? Then let’s do this:

Friday Night Music Club Vol 63

  1. Squid – Sludge
  2. NEU! – Crazy
  3. Black Strobe – Inner Strings
  4. Azzido Da Bass – Dooms Night (Timo Maas Edit)
  5. Vitalic – Poney Part 2
  6. The Smiths – The Headmaster Ritual
  7. Supergrass – Caught By The Fuzz
  8. Rilo Kiley – Spectacular Views
  9. Pylon – Crazy
  10. Elastica & Mark E. Smith – How He Wrote Elastica Man
  11. Inspiral Carpets – Directing Traffik
  12. Hot Chip – Wrestlers
  13. Art Brut – People In Love
  14. Dove Cameron – Boyfriend
  15. Brandy & Monica – The Boy is Mine
  16. Devo – Girl U Want
  17. Red Rum Club – Monaco

More soon.

Saturday Night Coming Up

So, having suddenly realised that I’d been missing out on the whole dance music culture thing for years, and, moreover, some great dance records, I did what any self-respecting man in his early thirties would do to try and play catch-up.

I bought a Ministry of Sound The Annual CD.

2 CDs, no less.

One mixed by Judge Jules, the other by Tall Paul. As time passed, I came to realise this was more of a warning than a selling point.

I had some friends round before a works-do once, and popped CD1 on. I think it lasted for about three songs, before my stuck-in-the-90s indie kid mates (unlike me, for I had evolved) insisted I changed it for something a little more guitar-centric.

But not before one of my mates checked out the CD case and pronounced tonight’s choice to be “a tune”.

It’s not the first memory that comes to mind when I hear this record, to be honest.

Whenever I hear it, I’m transported back to Friday nights, when me and three other mates (who shall remain nameless), having sat in our local pub all night suddenly felt the need to go to what I’m reliably informed was called ROAR in The Astoria on Cardiff’s Queen Street.

I can only assume the ROAR was meant in the Katy Perry way, as opposed to the Right of Access Reserved way that I knew it from my days of putting gigs on at college.

Make no bones about it, me and my mates were almost certainly the oldest people at ROAR, an underground trance night (and I mean underground literally, not metaphorically) attended by gangs of feral youths squeezed into boob tubes and furry moon boots who had managed to sneak out of the house without their parents seeing what they were wearing.

To add to my general feeling of being a bit too old to be there, I would, without fail, bump into at least one of the teenage girls who used to work on Saturdays in Boots the Chemist when I was (sort of) management there.

Despite me and my little gang of four being generally a bit pissed up or, occasionally, arriving at “off it”, having necked a pill each on the walk from pub to club, I don’t remember any of us ever dancing at ROAR.

But I do remember this record playing the first time we went there, as we walked down the staircase to the bar/dance floor. Hearing it, we were convinced we were in for a good night, only to find that they played nothing else we liked and we spent the rest of the night standing to the sides, clutching our bottles of beer to our chests, looking forlornly out onto the dancefloor, just as we’d done when we were actually teenagers.

This is the tune in question, still an absolute banger:

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Azzido da Bass – Dooms Night (Timo Maas Edit)

S’all about the bass. Someone should write a song about that.

More soon.