There’s always Paris
Dimitri From Paris has built up a good relationship with Toronto through gigs at a number of memorable events over the years, which means he now gets booked in venues that would normally be a bit of a long shot for someone best known for his deep collection of obscure disco and smooth soulful house.
This can be a mixed blessing: many in his traditional audience are hesitant to venture into the club district to see him at places like This Is London, where he appeared Friday night.
On the bright side, the club was still packed, and Dimitri played just as soulfully as he would for deep house crowd. If uplifting disco isn't the usual soundtrack at Soho Fridays, you wouldn't have known it from the dance floor's reaction.
Before Dimitri took the decks, Milk's Gani had warm-up duties (Milk have a long relationship with Dimitri) and took the opportunity to delve into the chunkier, tech-house side of his collection, which is closer to what the club normally hears. It's not the sound he's usually associated with, but he pulls it off quite well when he gets a chance.
Monday nights at the Social have slowly become one of the more consistent early-week bets, fuelled by cheap drink specials and some loud electro-ish tunes provided by a rotating cast of resident DJs (Eric Moe, Brian Kim, the Python Brigade and On/Off) and occasional special guests.
It's not necessarily a crazy dance party every single week, but there's almost always some dance-floor action going down. The crowd tends to be a mix of nightlife industry folks on their night off and neighbourhood hipsters who apparently don't have to get up in the morning.
You had to feel bad for Brooklyn's Purple Crush, playing an under-promoted Sunday-night gig at 751 on one of the coldest nights of the year for a tiny crowd of a dozen or so. The electro duo seemed in good spirits regardless, still glowing from a great gig the night before in Ottawa. Singer/dancer Isla even braved the cold to change into her shiny purple tights - that's some dedication to a look.
The two have been around for a while in various incarnations, but lately Internet buzz has been building about their kitschy take on booty and pumping reworkings of 80s classics. Chances are, next time they're in town they'll draw a much bigger crowd. They put on a good show that's good trashy fun.
You know you've always wanted to hear Kate Bush's Running Up That Hill covered as a synth-disco stomper. (Okay, maybe you didn't, but I bet you do now.)
Strangely, the low-key evening still resulted a police visit in response to a noise complaint - apparently booty bass travels, even at moderate volumes.