Aside from staring at pretty ladies from around the world, I've also been tasking myself with performing complex social tasks like "going out to festivals for free" of late. Sunday here in London meant the 1234 Festival in Shoreditch, baking sun (yes, actual sun) and reams of lobster-like Englishmen and trendies running around the Hoxton area looking like complete planks. Possibly the trendiest free festival in the entire world, it seems designed entirely around the concept of the "media wanker", with reams of ridiculously dressed fashionable folk seemingly turning up just to be seen rather than actually do anything of consequence.
OK, maybe a little unfair - the dance tents proved that Acid House is back and banging, replete with jokers dropping their drugs on the floor and clearing the place out as if looking for a contact lense. One particular electro duo smashed up a brilliant Simian Mobile Disco track and showcased that yes, dance can be real music. As someone who only recently "got" what house music was about (aside from its roots in black gay culture in the States) I'm still wary of some of the trash that gets out there, but after an afternoon swinging beers in time to some particularly "banging" tracks I found some musically resplendent and talented stuff to nod the noggin to.
But what of the meaty, sexy main course of Har Mar Superstar? FOR FRIGGING FREE? Well, the sweaty New Yorker joined forces with Strokes drummer Matt Romano (making the second member of that band I've seen play live in less than a month alongside Albert Hammond Jr) to grind, aurally fellate and sweat like a mound of pink butter in the sun a selection of his past hits and new songs. It was erotic, it was hot, the crowd dug it and Romano joined in the sexual shenanigans as Har Mar pointed out women to seperate from their men to take back to the Hoxton Hotel and fuck.
Mmm... Sexcellent.
OK, maybe a little unfair - the dance tents proved that Acid House is back and banging, replete with jokers dropping their drugs on the floor and clearing the place out as if looking for a contact lense. One particular electro duo smashed up a brilliant Simian Mobile Disco track and showcased that yes, dance can be real music. As someone who only recently "got" what house music was about (aside from its roots in black gay culture in the States) I'm still wary of some of the trash that gets out there, but after an afternoon swinging beers in time to some particularly "banging" tracks I found some musically resplendent and talented stuff to nod the noggin to.
But what of the meaty, sexy main course of Har Mar Superstar? FOR FRIGGING FREE? Well, the sweaty New Yorker joined forces with Strokes drummer Matt Romano (making the second member of that band I've seen play live in less than a month alongside Albert Hammond Jr) to grind, aurally fellate and sweat like a mound of pink butter in the sun a selection of his past hits and new songs. It was erotic, it was hot, the crowd dug it and Romano joined in the sexual shenanigans as Har Mar pointed out women to seperate from their men to take back to the Hoxton Hotel and fuck.
Mmm... Sexcellent.