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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 03.04.13

april fools! it's still winter! yeah, it was -13 outside [and windy], but the lounge lounged on as it always
does and it turns out that music does soothe the savage beast, even when the savage beast gets irritated about the blast of cold air every time a new customer comes in.

this month was all about us, meaning that dom stepped away from the more "experimental" sounds he employed last time and dedicated his set to a sound that was classic mr. dna all the way. for my part, i just decided that i was going to play anything that sprung to mind, anything i felt like hearing. this almost always ends in disaster, but i have to admit, i was kind of flattered when a couple of customers who were buried in their headphones at first put away the music they'd brought with them and surrendered themselves to the soundtrack i was providing.

mr. dna goes classic all the way ::

generation x :: ready steady go!
the new york dolls :: jet boy
black flag :: gimme gimme gimme
the fall :: rowche rumble
the buzzcocks :: what do I get?
swell maps :: let's build a car
the modern lovers :: roadrunner
angry samoans :: you stupid asshole
the jim carroll band :: people who died
avengers :: we are the one
the vaselines :: son of a gun
the urinals :: scholastic aptitude
the dickies :: take it back
minutemen :: tension
the ruts :: babylon's burning
the adicts :: easy way out
stiff little fingers :: suspect device
peter and the test tube babies :: peacehaven wild kids
abwärts :: computerstaat
the screamers :: vertigo
dead kennedys :: chemical warfare
descendents :: suburban home
athletico spizz 80 :: where's captain kirk?
halo of flies :: tired and cold
the damned :: wait for the blackout
david bowie :: scary monsters (and super creeps)
the future of the left :: you need satan more than he needs you
frank alpine :: my heart is grey
crash course in science :: it cost's to be austere
anne clark :: sleeper in metropolis 12"
add n to (x) :: metal fingers in my body
wall of voodoo :: back in flesh (live)
devo - beautiful world


dj kali's narcissistic kaleidoscope of fun


konstruktivits :: incognito 
modern witch :: your life a movie
herz juhning :: i deserve
die form :: autolise
korpses katatonik :: enzephalik
annie anxiety :: third gear
hames plotkin :: hung on a line
raime :: your cast will tyre
hula :: at the heart
manolian speck :: black sand halo
danielle dax :: bed caves
the five blobs :: beware of the blob
foetus :: enter the exterminator 
novy svet :: todo por te
witha :: mir geht es schlecht
devo :: signal ready
soft moon :: tiny moon
christian death :: romeo's distress
zola jesus :: run me out
colin newman :: alone
novy svet :: en possession de te

thanks to all those who turned out and we shall be back to celebrated  beltaine/ may day/ any other random pagan holidays you might have on may 1st!


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