Chub Rub at Flash

For summer’s official end, Flash laid out a buffet of hot local DJs and a dozen flavors of music. It was a good mix of a couple new names and those I hadn’t seen spin in a while, so my Saturday night was an easy choice. The entire night was excellent, but I’d like to point out the new crew in town.

Resident Nights: Philip Goyette, markinthedark & DJ Meegs at Flash, with Uchi & Edo in the Green Room and Zacheser, Racarbed & Dripping Wet in the Flash Bar

In the bar, zacheser‘s Chub Rub crew made their debut. Last summer, zacheser was a regular on the rooftop patio of the Rock & Roll Hotel. Hadn’t seen him since then, though. In contrast to those summer-disco sets, Chub Rub laid down a much more energetic Baltimore house groove. Dripping Wet got the dance floor jumping right from the get-go with tracks like “Gully” by Spank Rock.

Racecarbed was slated to play also — a name I’ve seen around for years. I was upstairs and missed a good chunk of the night, but when I came back down hours later the bar was still jumping and heading into after-hours. That speaks for itself, I think.

Natural Resources @ Dr. Clock’s Nowhere Bar

Natural Resources used to be a monthly party at Dr. Clock’s: a combination of deep, ambient, and eccentric tracks that started about a year before the current resurgence in deep house. I’ve missed Natural Resources so I wanted to highlight one.

It was a quiet night. The first weekend of the month is often a busy one, and this August started out on par with others. A small audience found its way out to Dr. Clock’s as the night went on and it made for a good hangout.

Pacific Fur Company, together again (but for how long?), were joined on the decks by Mike Harvey and kept things smooth throughout with touches of retro keyboards and a little discord. They ramped up the beats slowly over the course of their set and reached a surprisingly heavy level by the time I was leaving. Those tracks stumped Shazam, but I’ve put together a nice playlist here if you’re looking for something easy to listen to.

In The Deep @ Rock & Roll Hotel

The Rock & Roll Hotel is a bit off the beaten path — it’s on H Street near Jimmy Valentine’s. I’ve always liked it for the food, the beer selection, and their summer afternoon DJs. This summer, it’s Blinkhorn’s In The Deep.

 

It’s an eclectic mix of tracks tailored to the audience. Since it was a lovely day that gave us a break from the July heat, there was a large group there when I arrived — lively, dancing all over the roof. They wanted a more mainstream selection, so they mostly got it. Plus the occasional Eats Everything track thrown in just to keep it interesting.

After the group left, Blinkhorn and his copilot Rewak took it more underground. I enjoyed it all as a backdrop for my late lunch/early dinner and a warmup for the night to come.

No playlist this time, I can see that they aren’t being listened to. Here’s just a couple tracks that I enjoyed from the set:

Release The Pressure

The 930 Club. We all know it, it has well earned its status as the¬†prestigious underground venue in DC. I’ve gone there to see performances as diverse as Mastadon, Meat Puppets touring with Camper Van Beethoven, and Shpongle (who was very trippy but I was there to see his opener, Phutureprimitive.)

The Backbar in the basement has hosted quite a few local DJ parties over the years, but I’d never seen anybody I know on the main floor.

So when the Sticky Fingers crew announced Release The Pressure at the 930 Club, I had to be there. And I asked Mr. Sticky Fingers if I could review this show — you may have noticed that I’ve never reviewed any of his parties, even though I go to most of them. That’s because he specifically asked me not to. So here we go, at last.

 

Ozker opened with a solid set, establishing that daytime-discotheque vibe that Sticky Fingers parties are known for. Samantha Francesca, who needs no introduction to underground fans, followed that up with a Shazam-stumping mix that included a sample from “I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On” that put a smile on my face.

Hot Coffee continued the smooth groove, mixing in touches of rawness and soulful disco. Martín Miguel took the anchor slot and drove home that this was, indeed, a classic Sticky Fingers house-and-disco party that may as well have been on one of those lazy Sunday afternoons.

There were a lot of familiar faces from those Sunday afternoons on hand, mixed with some new ones — the only drawback to this party was that it looked a bit small in a large venue like the 930 Club. Still, I’m hoping that there will be more local DJ showcases at 930. As much as I respect the place, their events listing does not cross my path very often anymore, and I’d be glad to see that change.