Despite the fire department’s attempt to shut the party down, The Bunker pulled off a dazzlingly memorable night on Friday, March 15th. After a last minute FDNY shakedown at 285 Kent Ave—the South Williamsburg venue was served for an apparent code violation—the veteran organizers reshuffled and migrated north, to the familiar confines of Public Assembly’s back room. Joonbug arrived around 1 a.m. to join the technorati who were dialed in for a great party. As one particularly inspired fan said, “I came here alone. And I’m here because I feel this in my soul.” Indeed, for those solo travelers—who were plenty in abundance on this night—the warmth of the Bunker community invites shared experience like few others.
Later, Metasplice (Morphine/Philadelphia) and Pete Swanson (Software, Type/NYC) assaulted eardrums with a coarsely overdriven, all-hardware buzzsaw techno thrust. Teeth were gnashed, the girls and boys thrashed, and the dancers got down just a little bit harder during a middle passage that was satisfying for its reckless ferocity alone.
Like a jazz player riffing on a wrong note, the unexpected relocation infused a fresh dose of energy, adding off-kilter creativity that stoked the crowd’s desire for inter-dimensional sounds. Bryan Kasenic aka Spinoza (The Bunker/Brooklyn) opened to a packed house with a slow-building, noisy, and definitively forward-looking set that was characterized by visions of electro-charged machines, battered circuitry, and cracked rhythmic insistency.
Elevating the universal frequency to new levels with an extended live and DJ set of monolithic echoes, sparkling reverberations, hazed-out inflections of acid—and even a bass guitar interlude—was Juan Mendez a.k.a. Silent Servant (Sandwell District/Los Angeles). His recent FACT mix is a must-listen, as is his recent Negative Fascination:
After the tenuosity of the preceeding hour, Silent Servant’s booming yet incredibly smooth live hardware sound recalibrated the room for a curated synesthesic trip through the cosmos. His DJ set was also a real audience-pleaser, and left the impression that he had perused NYC record shops earlier in the day searching for the night’s perfect bookend. By 5:30 a.m., a considerable crowd of dancers still remained—those sweet, sweet dancers—who pushed that feeling on into the mid-morning light.
For more information on The Bunker’s next party, check out the event schedule, here.