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dj kali @ queer post-punk 17.02.11

last night was sort of a barrel of unpredictability in many ways. it was really interesting seeing what people danced to, which was a combination of the extremely familiar and the surprisingly obscure. i ended up doing a lot longer than i'd ever intended, but it gave me the opportunity to do some things i hadn't tried before. many thanks to dj cry betty for organising the night, dj tyg for an awesome opening set, cabaret playhouse for having us, everyone who showed up and, of course, to mr. dna, who jumped in last minute to fill a void in the schedule. we'll have to do this again soon!

set 1

gary numan :: are friends electric?
human league :: almost medieval
wall of voodoo :: they don't want me
big black :: kerosene
fad gadget :: ricky's hand
martial canterel :: never wind
absolute body control :: never seen
??? :: ??? (ok, you got me, i grabbed a home-made compilation without a track list, logged the track number and i apparently got it wrong. i've just spent 15 minutes going through playlists and i still can't figure out what it was. i was told at the time that it was good. dang me.)
devo :: satisfaction
severed heads :: now an explosive new movie
spk :: metal field
portion control :: chew ya to bits
jonn foxx :: underpass (underpants!)

...mr. dna will be posting his playlist separately... Playlist is now up!



set 2

the 5 blobs :: beware of the blob
blondie :: hangin on the telephone
the runaways :: cherry bomb
siouxsie & the banshees :: hong kong garden
the gun club :: sex beat
joy division :: digital
tuxedomoon :: no tears
iggy pop :: the passenger
the ramones :: blitzkrieg bop
perverse teens :: la baboute
le tigre :: deceptacon
um... i think i missed another one in here. this is what happens when everything you play is two minutes long
colin potter :: i am your shadow
elvis costello :: radio radio
devo :: the day my baby gave me a surprise
richard hell :: blank generation
frank, just frank :: beneath
the cure :: siamese twins [r]
colin newman :: alone
death in june :: nothing changes
einsturzende neubauten :: feurio
oto :: blue arrow
the damned :: neat neat neat
screamin jay hawkins :: i put a spell on you
my life with the thrill kill kult :: day of swine and roses
revolting cocks :: stainless steel providers
esplendor geometrico :: bismi ilah

stayed tuned, because there may shortly be news on more appearances by dj kali & mr. dna!

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