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dj kali @ spooky boogie night 2010.07.04

a new twist to the djkali experience this time : video projections courtesy of mr. dna (& the "extra weird sampler"- some of the strangest movie trailers ever made). that proved enough of a hit that we'll be repeating the experience in the future. and speaking of the future, for the next couple of months, that's going to mean the first sunday of the month at katacombes, as part of the black cauldron/ spooky boogie nights love-in.

anyway, here's a listing of what was heard last night and, once again, a big thanks to all who showed up, listened, watched, quaffed and laughed. it was definitely one of my favourite dj experiences.

coil :: restless day (alternate)
implog :: she creatures
ioil :: solar lodge
numb :: Eugene
naus arafna :: mirror me
the klinik :: moving hands
clock dva :: the act
sleep chamber :: dominatrix
mika vainio :: vandals
hypnoskull :: sick sekrets
klangstabil :: anti - communication
spk :: metal field
die gesunden :: die gesunden kommen
tuxedomoon :: no tears
oto :: blue arrow
devo :: signal ready
mia :: born free
stiff little fingers :: roots, radicals, rockers & reggae
the 5 blobs :: the blob
wall of voodoo :: call of the west
the cramps :: garbageman
death in June :: nothing changes
joy division :: no love lost
siouxsie & the banshees :: Israel
the cure :: a strange day
nick cave :: straight to you
screaming jay Hawkins :: I put a spell on you
xeno & oaklander :: preuss
devo :: SIB
martial canterel :: windscreen
[i'm nearly certain that there was another track in here that i forgot to write down, so if anyone remembers what it was, feel free to speak up]
plecid :: leaves
novy svet :: en possession de te

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