LAYO & BUSHWACKA! at System Soundbar (117 Peter), Friday (February 27). $20 before midnight, $25 after. 416-408-3996.
During much of the 90s, dance music was busy subdividing itself into exponentially multiplying numbers of sub-genres. Over the past few years, those specialist markets have lost their charm for many, and there's been a renewed interest in finding a way to integrate the offshoots into a sound that quotes them all. UK DJ/producer duo Layo (Layo Paskin) and Bushwacka! (Matthew Benjamin) take that approach on their debut mix CD, All Night Long. Starting off in an early-evening mood, they drop spacey jazz funk, instrumental hiphop breaks and electro, but then manage to sneak over to a barrage of acid house classics while squeezing in some deep house here and there and a bit more electro, before ending the first disc with a space jazz acoustic drum 'n' bass epic by 4 Hero.
Disc two has more of a late-night vibe, what some would call tech-house and others might claim for progressive. Paskin has been quoted as saying, "Tech house is what girls call techno and boys call house," which is as good a description as any.
This is probably closer to what they'll play at System Friday, since it's a late-night slot at a big club, but you never really know with them.
A mix CD was overdue. They'd already put out two albums and numerous singles, not to mention being well established as DJs, in particular for their epic sets at the End, London's long-running techno club founded by Paskin and Mr. C (of the Shamen). Paskin met Benjamin, who was working as an engineer in Mr. C's studio, when Paskin was throwing parties and developing the club with Mr. C.
When you Google them, an astounding number of Web sites advertising Layo & Bushwacka! ring tones come up, a testament to the huge popularity (especially in Europe) of Love Story, an anthem off their last album that only got bigger when mashed up with Julie McKnight's vocal from KOT's Finally. Unfortunately for their chances at wider North American success, the video for the song was unexpectedly gross, the result of not really paying attention to the director's ideas. email@example.com