How dark is a back-alley in New York City?
How dark is a metro station after closure?
How dark is space, outer space?
How dark is the mind of a psychotic?
How dark is the heart of a rapist?
How dark is an African's skin color?
How dark is an abandoned basement?
How dark is the color black?
That's how dark last night was.
That's how dark last night's music was.
How deep is the world's deepest ocean?
How deep is a philosopher's analytical mind?
How deep is a poet writing about beauty?
How deep is an abyss?
How deep is an endless valley?
How deep is a Salvador Dali painting?
How deep is an infant's sleep?
How deep is a "man is something that must be overcome" quotation?
How deep are the spiritual wounds of life's agony?
That's how deep last night was.
That's how deep last night's music was.
Dark. Deep. From the very first beat up til the very last, three DJs never ceased to challenge B018's speakers, causing them to scream out the darkest and deepest sounds, electronic sounds.
DJ Ziad (a.k.a. Zii, a.k.a. Zicolandinho) opened up night, starting off mellow and building up his House set's momentum very skillfully, with a highly tasteful track selection and pretty smooth transitions, setting just the right mood for the dark wave to come. Mature music, atmospheric at times and groovy at others, that the increasing crowd was clearly digging. Ziad set the pace for B018's resident DJ Fady Ferraye to take the helm, and Fady failed to disappoint, expectadly. Unless you've been living in a mountain cave up in the Himalayas for the past few years, you all know the Ferraye sound by now, and by God was it vibrating last night. Mixing off right from where Zii left off, Fady took us on a journey into the deepest depths of House. Driving basslines, pounding beats, squeeking effects, twisted vocals, hypnotic melodies, all in the same spirit of House music that Fady has got some addicted to over the past few years of his residency. The club was still attracting more and more ravers, and the music was still getting better, faster, louder, more energetic, but most importantly: darker and deeper.
Just when it hit rock bottom, just when darkness overwhelmed the walls of both the club and the souls, Snake Sedrick drew his sharpest sword and firmest shield: his CD case and his headphones. Just when we thought that things just couldn't possibly get any darker, any deeper, Sedrick begged to differ, and set on a mission to prove us wrong... and he did. The Snake dove darker, dug deeper, progessively raised the tempo, spun one masterpiece after the other, enraptured the worshipping followers beneath him, and took on a journey into sound, into his sound, into the dark depths and deep darkness of his sound. Tastefully and skillfully, Snake Sedrick strategically architectured his set the fit his style, to appeal to the ravers, and to leave a lasting impression. Ethnic melodies and vocals, wrapped around dark progressive beats, layered upon deep pulsating basslines is what Sedrick exposed us to. Something different, that's for sure, and something you'd wake up the day after still feeling its aftereffect. It was quite a spiritual experience for me personally, and I felt that my fellow ravers shared the same impression. Put briefly: some of the best House I've ever, ever heard... period.
Yet another professionally organized event from the very promising DJ Cardiac, who once more proved his worth on the local scene. I am certain that big things await my good friend's career, at least as long as he's importing such raw talent as Fred Baker and Snake Sedrick! Keep his name in mind, because you will be seeing and hearing a lot from him in the near future.
Dark...
Deep...
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... guys did we took any pics lol
