Another pick of the week at The Knitting Factory in Hollywood
presents UK masters of the remix, Fila Brazilia. This show was
sponsored by a certain radio station, and as usual it was packed
to capacity from the minute the doors opened.
These are not, however, the music loving fans that pleasantly
show up expecting a great show. These are the local LA "Hipsters."
Aaaarrrghhhh!! Basically, this means leather jackets for the
guys and short skirts for the women. . . and yes, these ARE
the beautiful people.
I personally hate these types of crowds, but i would rather
go and see the performance than miss out in most cases. Unfortunately,
these people always feel they have to shout over the music to
be heard, so the quality of the show is always slightly diminished.
Upon arriving at the show i realized that two of my old employers
were opening the show with DJ sets. I caught the tail end of
DJ Santo and Tikihutt's set and they had a good groove going
on; the crowd did seem into it, all things considered. (Yeah,
I saw your head bobbin', you trendoid you!) I've seen the guys
spin many times and i have to say they create an atmosphere
very well. They always use different tracks and spin everything
from down-tempo to deep-house to funk. Of course, the constant
hum from endless conversations never went away, but it could
be tuned out after a while.
I left for a moment to get a drink and on my way out i overheard
someone say "I don't know who's playing tonight, but I think
they are Brazilian and they play bossa." I couldn't stand it
any longer so I politely informed this ignorant bloke that Fila
Brazilia were in fact British and didn't even play bossa really.
Fila Brazilia then slipped on stage and started mixing some
records of their own for about half an hour of just spinning.
Finally, they switched to the live instuments (maybe the crowd
was just too loud?). From this point on they played a tripped-out
type of funk over a tape of samples and mixes. Yeah, i think
playing to tape is pretty lame too, but when your group is only
enough for the staples (guitar, drums, and bass) something has
to suffer. We all know how good they are at mixing so it's nice
to see they can really play as well. They jammed out for a good
hour or so and didn't stop, neither did the incessant rumbling
of the non-lookers.
Aside from the ignorance and complacency of the audience I
really enjoyed this show. I thought it was great to see a group
so well known for turntable and programming stylings to get
up and play a hour set of jamming funk tracks on live instruments.
In any other city this show indeed would have rated higher
in my mind . . . one the pitfalls of living and being young
in The City of Angels.