This Little Underground
Our live music columnist checks out Juggernaut, Jucifer, the Red Bull Thre3Style
Published: February 6, 2013
Besides issuing me far and above the most frequent flyer miles to Uz-deaf-istan, there's little else I can say about Jucifer (Jan. 30, Will's Pub). But, believe it or not, I really couldn't hear much of 'em this time, not after the ravaging set by Atlanta's Whores. Playing on the floor – because no one else's equipment can fit on the stage while Jucifer's elephant rig squats on it – Whores still managed to blast like a bomb. A violent, bare-knuckle breed that's like an AmRep gorilla bastard, their noise-rock is unrelenting, intense and staggering – the kind where the drummer plays until every facial orifice drips onto his drums. And when cranked up to volumes that teeter between exhilaration and malice, well, you're fucked, son.
The big, exciting Red Bull Thre3Style DJ battle returned to town (Feb. 1, the Social). In case you don't know, Red Bull has become to turntablism what Scion is to heavy metal (modern lifestyle marketing, ain't that some shit?). Like its sponsor, Thre3Style can be one serious-ass heart-racer, especially in the hands of the right DJ. Even though this was just the Orlando qualifier and not the national finals like last year, the lineup was notable and the sets were shorter (15 minutes), which makes for higher pressure and, in theory, more aggressive performances. Hosted by Madd Illz and opened by DJ Rincon – a good local move to boost street cred – the heat featured DJs Ku, A-Rock, J Storm, Sureshot and Nova. Now, local boy A-Rock, who rocked the party right, won this heat, so shit's not completely crooked. But when Tampa star DJ Ku places third, something is seriously wrong.
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