Guest vocalist Wave's KimBlee couldn't make it to jojoflores's new monthly party, Therapy, at Studio 99 last Saturday.
She was replaced at the last minute by Erro, well loved for big deep house hits Don't Change and Rock Wit U. It's a good thing he wasn't on the actual flyer, because the warehouse was packed way beyond comfort as it was.
Great performance by Erro, who stood on the bar reaching out to the crowd. Look out for the next instalment of Therapy Toronto. Deep house has a new local home.
But next time organizers ought to keep a cap on the attendance -- the party would've been much better if we'd had room to dance.
double your pleasure
Aki and birthday boy Kevin threw a fun oldies party Friday at Volume.
They wisely cleared out the chairs and couches to create a dance floor and cranked the sound system up to the breaking point, transforming the lounge into a small, sweaty club for the night.
Both DJs played back-to-back, mixing up classic house, 80s R&B and hiphop, electro and new wave at a breakneck pace to an appreciative crowd.
This will be an ongoing series, so keep your eye open for the next Doublemint Gum party.
supafly wings it
Checked out Supafly, a new underground hiphop weekly at the Savannah Lounge Friday.
There wasn't a huge crowd, but that left plenty of space for the breakdancers to strut their stuff.
Wish there'd been more movement outside of the breaking circle, but that may change as the party gains steam and starts to fill up.
The sound system needs fixing. One of the turntables was coming through on only one side of the club. On the other hand, this did make following the mixes easier for all the trainspotters.
One pleasant surprise was the security, which was relaxed and friendly, something all too rare at hiphop events.
The Super Heavy Reggae party Saturday at 56 Kensington is turning into one of the city's most fun semi-regular events.
Drawing a very mixed crowd, Super Heavy has a small cover of five bucks, cheap beer, good music and a full dance floor.
Although 56 Kensington may hold the dubious honour of being one of our dingiest shit-holes, for some reason you don't even notice the grimy ambience when the party's this good.