"And so does roll on the grating madness of the Machine. Pitching forth, lurching like a techno monolith, drunk on the reverb of drums…" -Techno fable 1029AD
Wit, prose and poetry will woo you. Moreover and more to the point, we will scrape and bow to entice you to our little den of techniquity. And we have the players to do it too. Proven players, fit for us to pay homage.
G3D9: The finest of which, or, rather, as we don't play favourites, the one in the most glaring of lights for this evening, indeed the eve of his latest release on Machine Label, the esteemed, the enduring, the humble, the noble and the every so dry, both in wit and effects, Melbourne's own G3D9. Playing live, like, really live. It you've not seen G3D9 serve it up, this is a rare treat. Such is the power and the very rawness of his drum rack; and the resounding crush of his frequencies…the gearing of his cogs is all about the driving force behind the dance floor. Seldom is that indefinable quality encapsulated so well in one act, a one man act at that. Behold G3D9, or falling that, hear him. He will be heard.
KITI: And back by demand. Is that true? For it certainly sounds trite, nevertheless, it is true, KITI joins us once more, promising another of these ribald appearances where gut wrenching funk is extracted from the deeper incantations of techno and house. We love this glamour blend, and so do you, evidently, as Kiti's recent sets have sent the dance floor into frenzies the likes of which Chicago and New York dream about.
QUALE: Another back by demand, ours, yours, theirs, the cry is pervasive. Quale is one of those players whose star is rapidly rising, and as multiple crews begin to clamour for their 2 bits, we would like to further our entitlement; for Quale has graced the Machine set of controls on multiple sorties, so, basically, we lay claim. But of course, he belongs to everyone. Hailing from France, with a good degree of the French about him, as one would expect, Quale, has come across from vinyl and made good with the digital tech. Now his sets are delivering on the promise of the new dawn, and they are well worth hearing: bristling with all the tension and the incumbent, gnashing teeth menace of a darker time in techno, and, somewhat romantically, dripping with love and light. Only the French eh? Oui.
ANDREW TILL: Speaking of towering menace. Need I say more? Probably not, and yet… Aristocracy of the techno sound. Remnant of a storied past. Fabled pylon of strength, resolute before the mutant hordes. That's Andrew Till. And a really, really, really, fine purveyor of sound, it's delivery, and the art of dj'ing. Attend him for a dissertation.
IN SUMMARY: And so this sparkling cast has been assembled. The players ready for curtain call, the architects on your event horizon. The mechanics, ever willing and ready to throw themselves once more against the levers and shafts of the grinding, crunching Machine, trying, as they do, to wrest control of the Techno mothership, her growling baseline and underbelly of beasts, er, beats.
MY AEON - 791 Sydney Rd Brunswick 10- Late // $10 @ the door
Final Note: SIMON SLIEKER: will be absent this Machine, as he (I), take the Machine sound, philosophy, ethos, good looks, svelte composition and loads of shiny vinyl and throw myself upon the levers of the earthcore MainStage. A Machine techno sacrifice to all that is good and right, for the eartchore hordes of the main floor: so they may dance to the brooding techno delights I will bring.
Age limit: 18+