With last night being so great due to its intimate nature, could you blame this writer to search for that once more? Sure its Friday, one of the busiest days of CMJ, but there has to be some intimate venue to appease my desires! Oh what’s this? VIP invitation to the Norwood Club? Also hosted by French magazine/PR company The Hours?
As I headed down rainy 14th street I stumbled upon a tall cobblestone building that I utterly dismissed as the venue. But then when I noticed the would be address was nowhere to be found! Well that’s when I realized that tall cobblestone building was indeed the venue! After a two minute wait my good friend Ferdi Sibbel (turntablist for Dan Black) collected me and bought me inside. The interior was enormous! Staircase upon staircase! Also the area was filled to the brim with people. I headed up to the fourth floor to find a room that was meant to hold fifteen people but was holding about forty.
After much sweating by just standing in the room, the first act took the stage. Brooklyn electro group Fall On Your Sword generated much excitement before even plugging in their synthesizers. They played an immensely inventive set, which comprised of synth solos and beats that would have made The Chemical Brothers applaud. It was beyond apparent that confidence wasn’t an issue for the group as they continued to play after their monitor caught fire!
So remember that room with the capacity of fifteen holding forty? Well lets say we decided to also invite the sun and have it hover over us and somehow that didn’t amount to how hot we were! Everyone was sweating and breathing heavily but it was clear that we all wanted more. And Californian natives Casxio were more than happy to oblige. Blending alternative guitar chords with baselines that could only be described as â€œfunky the band made the exhausting room brimming with life. EVERYBODY was dancing and even singing along to the songs as though Casxio were pinned on billboards!
The room filled more and more after Casxio finished their set, and with good reason. British fusion artist Dan Black was in the house! I use the term fusion because you literally cannot pin Mr. Black and company into one specific genre. Needless to say this is a gig this writer has been waiting for all year, and simply put: it was well worth the wait.