Golden Girls made a lot of noise with very little gear at Sneaky Dee’s.
Fri, Oct 24
Started out the night at Sneaky Dee's at the monthly Shit La Merde party, where local one-man band Golden Girls was the special guest. Using only a couple of cheap Casio keyboards, he powered through a short high-energy set of new-wave-inspired synth pop. Still not totally convinced about the faux British accent he adopts while singing, but there's something charming about these sexually charged teen angst anthems.
Just down the street at Tiger Bar, the Subtrac crew were throwing another edition of the Dubstep Dance, which focuses on the bass-heavy sounds of dubstep (go figure). Learning from past experience with blown bass bins and amps, this time they brought in a more substantial wall of speakers to fill the sweaty basement with sound. Sweaty is a bit of an understatement; before we even got in the door, people outside the club were complaining about the smell of BO, and the musky scent that greeted us downstairs lived up to their warning. Perhaps some industrial fans might be in order.
While this genre is based mainly in London, there is an emerging scene on this side of the Atlantic. NYC's Sharmaji headlined the party, laying down some futuristic stomach-churning bass. The sound is still building steam at the underground level here, but it may not be long before we see this scene breaking out on a wider scale.
Decided to swing by Augusta House to check out the tail end of UK deep house head Trus'me, but the subwoofer overheated just as we arrived, putting a bit of a damper on the energy. Such are the problems of trying to find a compromise between annoying the neighbours with too much sound and failing to provide enough to satisfy the demands of a party.
Sat, Oct 25
Toronto has long had a reputation for being uptight and reserved, so it might surprise some that the annual Northbound Leather fetish party at Sound Academy is considered the largest of its kind in the world. The 12th edition of the mammoth costume ball was dubbed X-posé and featured an elaborate theatrical fashion show before the dance party began. Those more interested in being whipped than whipping it up on the dance floor had a variety of play stations throughout the club to choose from, but most seemed more interested in cruising the crowd and showing off their costumes.
If you've never checked out this event before, the best comparison is a straighter gothed-out version of Pride. Tons of pan-sexual tension, lots of flesh on display, and a mixture of pounding tribal house and alternative dance as the soundtrack. Like Pride, it's not as sleazy as some might fear but still wilder than anything you'd encounter anywhere in town the rest of the year.