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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 06.06.12

last night's caustic lounge was a bit of a weird one. for starters, june is always a bit of a lull at cagibi, so it was quieter than usual. in fact, it started off a lot quieter than usual, because the sound system wouldn't work, which is a bit of a bummer if you're there to play music. throughout the night, this theme sort of repeated itself, as customers kept tripping over the wiring, or bumping the table and interrupting the musical flow with the sounds of silence. of course, it was also possibly the loudest caustic lounge ever, since the band playing in the back room was so overbearing [this never happens] we were forced to blast what we were doing at top volume just to be able to hear. 


in the end, we went over an hour beyond closing time, since folks were still hanging out and in fact only stopped because someone tripped over the power cord for the third or fourth time, unplugging it, and it seemed like as good a time as any to wrap things up. 


a big thank you, as always, to the awesome staff at cagibi and to the caustic loungers who always make our monthly night worthwhile. keep an eye on this spot, because it looks like july might mean more appearances by dj kali and mr. dna, outside the lounge. 


dj kali


minimal man :: showtime
x :: adult books
wire :: mercy
joy division :: insight
d.a.f. :: der mussolini
blank dogs :: setting fire to your house
devo :: freedom of choice
death in june :: heaven street 
holger hiller :: jonny
sisters of mercy :: floorshow
ultravox :: the thin wall
xeno and oaklander :: blue flowers
danielle dax :: kernow
dark day :: nudes in the forest [hey! check out my side-by-side double d's!]
kaptn langwelle :: test 01
absolute body control :: figures
staccato du mal :: cold stare
clock dva :: nyc overload
simple minds :: seeing out the angel
novy svet :: en possession de te


mr. dna


consolidated :: america number one
the future sound of london :: we have explosive
front line assembly :: solitude of confinement
ministry :: we believe
meat beat manifesto :: dogstar man/helter skelter
nitzer ebb :: shame
aphex twin :: come to daddy
lard :: hellfudge
primal scream :: kill all hippies
the disposable heroes of hiphoprisy :: california über alles
beastie boys :: looking down the barrel of a gun
the jesus and mary chain :: sidewalking
a place to bury strangers :: everything always goes wrong
ride :: seagull
blur :: bugman
echo & the bunnymen :: do it clean
supergrass :: I'd like to know
iggy & the stooges :: search & destroy
the who :: pictures of lily
mc5 :: kick out the jams
johnny thunders & the heartbreakers :: chinese rocks
the modern lovers :: roadrunner
the new york dolls :: looking for a kiss
the ruts :: babylon's burning
the damned :: plan 9 channel 7
generation x :: ready steady go
the dickies :: paranoid
operation ivy :: bankshot
the vandals :: nimby
me first and the gimme gimmes :: my boyfriend's back
goldfinger :: 99 red balloons
tenacious d :: fuck her gently
the smiths :: reel around the fountain

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