DJ Sasha’s frog leap
The DJ’s spin in the city was a display of mangled fan-fare.music Updated: May 09, 2010 14:50 IST
Eclectic madness is the easiest way to describe the 600–plus crowd marking attendance at the DJ Sasha gig at Blue Frog. Friday night and the queue of the exorbitantly priced electronic dance set, just kept growing. Every DJ worth his salt marked his attendance at the mammothian DJ set at the Frog.
DJ Sasha, the Welsh DJ and producer, is ranked No.13 in DJ Mag’s 2009 survey of the planet’s top spinmeisters. Along with John Digweed and Paul Van Dyk, he is the grandmaster of electronica.
Precisely why, a beeline of local Mumbai spinners, from Owen Roncon, DJ Pramz and DJ Janux to Ashu, were all present. Theirs would be the mangled limbs in the DJ crowd pit when Sasha would take over the console. Brought down to India by a new energy drink, Burn, Sasha’s delayed control of the console made for some pretty smashing Burn antics near the entrance.
But what everybody couldn’t stop talking about were the Axe-affect-like Eastern European models (not saying from where), dressed in the naughty police officer and provocative nurse outfits, who scoured the crowd for the people, who wouldn’t mind dousing a free Burn drink.
Electronic voyeurism? Absolutely, considering that in the wait for the music to start, all the DJs and musicians in the crowd could only say (in smirked yells), “Did you see that nurse outside? Did you get your Burn?” All this while, DJ Ash from Jalabee Cartel was manning the console.
At 11.30pm, Sasha walked into the Frog. Dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans, the understated and unassuming DJ walked upto the shiny dresser Ash, and amidst yells and screams, took over as the spinmaster.
Hanging around nonchalantly, DJ Sasha delivered a structured, vivid, resonant set. He played toyfully with both consummate drops and tonal levels in a master class of sonic manipulation. Very tribal, old-skool electronica, laptopless — DJ Sasha is to the electronica world what Chris Cornell is to the alternative rock. Timelessly classic.
The last time Sasha came, he spun a mad moshpit at Kamala Mills, some five years ago. This time, there were stuffy people walls in the over-cluttered Blue Frog. And while most stepped out for frequent smoke breaks and air breaks, the ones sticking around and jumping the dancefloor made for good Sasha entertainment.
Till 1.30, the man choreographed a literal electronica orgy — tribal yet ambient. The crowd, high on the energy drink, went into mad moshing, erupting into frequent spells of rage over broken cameras, stepping toes, banging bodies and such. Sasha barely managed to save the night.
First Published: May 09, 2010 13:56 IST