We were convinced that this House thing could be the force to carry on where Disco left, and that it has the potential to integrate all kinds of music to one beat, eventually leading to even more powerful electronic music developments and incidentally sweeping away the dominance of rock mechanisms.

We were just wrong in one aspect: it has already happened!

For further evolvement of the sound, we at Druffalo headquarters now work on an even fresher kind of dance music. It is still early stages, but think chopped and sped up breakbeats, like Hip Hop deconstructed to its basics and spat out as pure speed and complex chaos. You read it here first…

If you liked the vintage acdidic mayhem of Druffmix 3, check out the splendid fellas at Weirdsville, the alternative station where Throbbing Gristle meets Scott Walker. B-a-l-e-a-r-i-c ! Or something.

Forget the new Eagles album, ignore the latest Ray Davies solo outing.

Our favourite American “arena rock” band this month is REO Speedwagon who  – according to the all knowing Wikipedia – took its name “from the REO Speed Wagon manufactured by the REO Motor Car Company (the predecessor to today’s Nucor). (“R.E.O.” are initials of the company’s founder, Ransom Eli Olds, who also founded the Oldsmobile division of General Motors.)”

We really like their peek time monster “I cant fight this feeling“. Check the ueberstyles of the guys. Women really dig guys who are totally unaware of their intrinsic attractiveness.

Everybody! —-

“I cant fight this feeling any longer
And yet Im still afraid to let it flow
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I tell myself that I cant hold out forever
I said there is no reason for my fear
Cause I feel so secure when were together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear

And even as I wander
Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
Ive been running round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that Im following you, girl
Cause you take me to the places that alone Id never find

And even as I wander Im keeping you in sight
Youre a candle in the window on a cold, dark winters night
And Im getting closer than I ever thought I might

And I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
Its time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I cant fight this feeling anymore
Ive forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crushing through your door
Baby, I cant fight this feeling anymore.”

“Various residencies later, my friend Sebastian ‘Seebase’ Dresel and I finally had realized our idea of a kind of post-rave successor of the milk! with the Boogiebar in March 1997 (the nights were held in Mannheim’s ‘Lagerhaus’, it lasted until late 2000). It was incredibly successful from the very beginning on. The queues on the door were often sheer endless. Which is even more remarkable for various reasons: we never announced our dates in magazines, guest DJ appearances were even rarer than in the milk!, there were no DJ names on the flyers, and we were not flooding the world with flyers. It was a word of mouth thing. Instead of flyers, we were using invitations. Similar as in the the milk!, the main room was in a basement with low ceiling, and the sound system was really huuuuuuuge! There were only a few clubs in Germany that could compete with the intense sound of the Boogiebar main floor. I still feel blessed that I had the honour to play in this club. There was nothing coming close to the Boogiebar. ”

Groover Klein on the Boogiebar (Mannheim, Germany, 1997-2000)

Yesterday saw Groover Klein and Seebase joning forces at Feel (check our blog on the thing called Feel) to celebrate the 10th anniversary of the opening of Boogiebar (We havent heard back yet, so it probably was a successful no-prisoners-mission and the boys lick their wounds watching Lew Hamilton struggling for laps). Seebase and Groover Klein used to be the dynamic duo of Boogiebar during its historic but compared to those historic proportions short lived stint of 3 and a half years of überchef late 90s madness (and we really mean madness). Groover and Seebase had previously cut their teeth at the top national, regional and local clubs during the nineties, among them the legendary milk!. In the mid nineties and under the various influences of Strictly Rythm and Eric Rug plus the influx of fresh slightly techy party tunes from France (remember these were the days before minimal) , Seebase found the perfect venue in Mannheim’s industrial harbour district. On a busy night this could hold a couple of hundreds of up-for-it-crazies from the cities, and – as described by Groover Klein above – there were no slow but only busy nights. From day one the queues went from Mannheim to Heidelberg and back via Ludwigshafen. The club at first was a weekly do, but when football watching duties and general physical fitness took their toll, the night went monthly, which increased the hipness pressure even more. The admission fee was ridiculously cheap, to make sure that everybody had enough pocket money for drinking. And basically, the whole joint was a very big watering hole for people of all sorts, class, sexual preference, race and belief, ravers, clubers and bystanders alike.

In late 2000, Boogiebar closed its door, as everybody involved had the feeling that it was time to move on to something else. It was one of the best parties ever as everybody came down to pay their tribute.

Considering spinning dames, good looks are absolutely not important. Our favourite jocks are Anita Sarko, Sharon White and Lady Miss Kier. The absolute worst is Giulia Siegel.

“I don’t know what Kylie’s doing at a music awards to be honest.
I don’t think she’s cute.
I don’t think she’s good-looking.
Her music’s rubbish – she makes music for little kids.
I’m sorry if it sounds like I’m putting her down, but there’s a lot of great minds out there making music and she’s not one of them.”

Ian Brown after Kylie had earlier received the Q Magazine Idol award, last week, and a little hint for our pub quiz

“Someone from the film’s US distributor’s office phoned up saying that the New York premiere was on 25 September and would Joy Division play?

“I replied,

‘Well, the last I heard, the lead singer was dead but I’ll give them a ring and see if anything has changed’.”
Peter Hook, New Order -
after movie distributors in the US, working the new Anton Corbijn film Control, asked if Joy Division could perform live at the US premiere.

It’s easy to slag off Underworld for their stadium trance and silly stage antics (insert mandatory exclusion of Tomato design credentials) but actually it wasn’t always that way and the unfairness of it all is bothering us considerably. Let’s go back to the very beginning. They had a more promising start with Doot Doot under the Freur moniker, which was an Amnesia, Paradise Garage and Les Bains Douches classic. Some may say it’s a failure at imitating “Fade To Grey” with much worse hair and fashion but that is highly unknowledgeable. The brave nouveau hippie outfit was pulled off way before Doctor & The Medics and Neil were even conceived, and they also invented the amazing sound lollipop along the way, which unfortunately could not manifest itself as a must for sound academics, but was very advanced while totally cool looking. Then take a close look at Underworld in their early stages. Soundwise, we admit the obvious inspiration by Midnight Oil but the look, the look, THE LOOK! Think Francis Rossi meets Acid Ted, boldly combining new romanticism with syndrums. And we know how hard it was to maintain new romanticism and syndrums in 1988. It takes some courage! We may add that we think not everyone can sing in front of a steadycam while RUNNING BACKWARDS! We raise a lager lager lager on that, or preferably something that tastes like beer. Cheers!

sg found this bit of magda at circo loco.