L-Vis 1990, in PDX tonite!

L-Vis 1990

What’s up, Versace 1990? I want that shirt.

Wicked psyched to finally see UK (& now NYC) dj L-Vis 1990 tonight at the Rose Bar here in downtown Portland, OR. Valentine’s Day, fundraiser, full moon in Leo, the Bubblin’ dudes, and this edgy (read: hard) yet dancey London DJ doin’ his outrageous thing?! Anyone not going to this is a punter. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, but I do have dance class with 16 hooting and tap-dancing sexagenarians at 9AM. It’s not easy to dance all night and get up for that class afterwards. BUT ONE MUST.

I have no idea what to expect, really, because, to me, L-Vis has two totally different sounds – the hard, abstract & broken-glassy Night Slugs’ sound as L-Vis 1990, then this housey old Detroit sound as his alias, Dance System (I mean…DANCE SYSTEM? Yes he did.)

BUT, here’s a premoniton, from an interview with a lass from Opening Ceremony, from three days ago: “This year’s theme is Belgium, so I’ve been kinda emerging myself in New Beat, an amazing form of club music from Belgium in the late 80s. It’s like slowed-down acid house with an industrial EBM edge. I’m obsessed! The music for [the Opening Ceremony New York Fashion Week] show is heavily influenced by that era.” Indeed! Please hit us with that velvet glove, James.

Very Helpful links of Enlightenment:

His collaborative Night Slugs label, avec beaucoup des tracks and all manner of overwhelming hysteria; you won’t be able to keep up with all the mixes and radio shows and world tours.

The Dance Workout by L-Vis, an utter panic. I think this is designed a bit more for men, so work it, guys! time. to get busy. can we get some bass, please? thank you.

Our favorite dudes! Bubblin’ Valentine’s Day Edition! Ben Tactic & Lincolnup. And of course no Portlander is a stranger to the old-school bounce curation of working girl DJ Beyondadout.

Fashion side note: I might be way behind on this one, but ever since M.I.A. came out with her ridiculously hot Versace Versus graphic print collection (still has not gone on sale; UGH!), I’ve been obsessed with looking at 90’s Versace, Hermes and Gucci ripoff scarf print shirts on Etsy. And then today I just noticed the threads on L-Vis in this smoky photo shoot (above). Gimme a break! I can only take so much.

Happy Valentine’s Day, freaks!


riffin’ on Myths and Mariah & stuff

I just re-discovered this great Grimes interview. This time, I noticed her mention of The Mutators, who morphed into Myths, whom I saw at Doug Fir last year (with my friend Cris, bless her), and who are fascinating, disturbing and inspiring metal-banshees.

And of course I love Grimes’ excitement over the Mariah Carey record, proclaiming that Mariah is her favorite artist with no irony whatsoever.

     Nardwuar vs. Grimes, 2012, Austin, TX

I also love that she loved The Dream show, at which there were only 100 people-?!

To my surprise, Grimes is still touring. I thought she had bailed on performing due to tinnitus, but I guess she’s still able to perform. Bonus! Does Grimes remind anyone else a lot of Kitaro? With the breathy flute synths. Kitaro, Tangerine Dream & all those New Age homies.


Lawrence Rothman

Dear Katzendame,

So excited for our outing to Doug Fir in April to see the beloved TRUST. Please elighten our Dear Readers about him. And now, who’s this guy? He’s playing on Tuesday night at Mississippi Studios.

“Los Angeles-based pop musician LAWRENCE ROTHMAN drew inspiration from the writings of Charles Bukowski and R&B, film scores and house music for his latest project. His latest sound is reminiscent of late ’80s pop music and Hercules and Love Affair. His deep baritone voice and haunting lyrics are interwoven into his most recent release, Montauk Fling.”

The cover of the Montauk Fling single on Soundcloud is rad. Wigs, leotards, jewels and bondage.

photo shoot

bring it, Liza!

The song is kind of Ry Cooder meets Diamond Rings. The mixing in other tracks has a bit of ColeCo goin’ on. I haven’t found the Hercules influence yet. Will keep searching for it.

Yours fondly,
Spectre of the Rose