There will be big fun in town tonight as we cordially invite YOU (and one big booty guest) to bump bump bump with us at the fabulous Romper Room Frisco for a night of hardbodies and soft pink truth - EGADS!!!~! Non-freaks: Proceed with wanton abandon and naked ambition.
L4D135 + ge(nder non-specific)nts: You shan't be disappointed in Wednesday evening's corral of events, featuring The Western cut-up Mr. Drew Daniel! Providing live deviancy via a slew of unrelated sexual incidents (aka the! finest! in! bass-dominated! entertainment!), tonight's master of ceremonies is prepared to offer you an incredible display of haute panache and dddisco flash. Fresh from a storied career as one-half of San Francisco's dashing e-lektronik outfit Matmos-- who themselves have delivered three long-form eclectic fineries of their own, e'en working with an Icelandic butterbird of some kind-- Mr. D. has trimmed the fat and now ventures beyond the mundane and into our house.
The Soft Pink Truth has already presented the world with two 12-inch samples of his manhood on the esteemed Matthew Herbert's Soundslike imprint, but Do You Party? is his first full-length outing. For the project, he's dragged along bongos from Mat-pal Martin Schmidt and the vox stylings of Blevin Blechdom. But rest assured, this is not "intelligent" dance music, nor is it a simple technological experiment-- it is truly a declaration of penetration, a celebration of gender confusion and ONE RED HOT JAM.
Do You Party? is an all-ages event, but attire is strictly adult (girls: that means no dresses). Mini-disco at one moment, electro-shocking the next, this party engorges the senses with only the Holiest four-on-the-floor. It is explicitly prohibited to remain still, and we are not "Soft on Crime". (4warning: Some moments may contain high percentages of European microhousing, especially ones that reference dead French composers.) (2x4warning: Others don't.)
Admission is absolutely nothing for: Girls, girls, girls, girls, women, yo ladies, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, women (I always thought that I knew), all the ladies across the globe, girls, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, girls, girls, (big booty) butt (bitches), Miss E., and anyone who wishes they were a lady. Check the guestlist if you have heretofore accepted [BOOTY] as your savior. There will be old-guard analog synths, a million and three one-second vocalists distilled to their most soulful essences, BASS, tastefully updated mutations of disco, ritualistic orgiastic ceremonies (time permitting), "a devastatingly funky house rhythm" and "staggering compositional talent and sampling virtuosity of the highest order." Strike a pose, there's nothing to it.
Time: SoonPlace: SF/Detroit/KölnGirls: LadiesMake Up: Lipstick, eyeliner, green, blue, comb hair, I WANNA MAKE IT GOOD 4 USmoking: "I'm not ready yet"Dancing: You're wasting your time if you play this while sitting down. I'm serious, get the fuck up.Melody: 7.3Harmony: Vanity 6Rhythm: 9.4Blevin: 9.6Drew Daniel: "I Want to Thank You"Soundslike: HerbertwithasenseofhumorCatering: Kid606, DAT Politics and I-SoundActual Food: Bump bump bump bump click BASSDo You Party?: Yes
