☆ S U P E R B E A T Debut EP ☆

Running For Miles

Here’s a new tune we’ve recorded. Just finished it last week. I’m working on a pretty cool motion sensor for the next Milk Bar gig so keep tuned for dates…

 

Milk Bar Gig 4/5/13

We had our first Superbeat gig at the Milk Bar a couple of weeks ago. I’m really happy with how it went so we’re gonna do another pretty soon. I didnt manage to get any decent recordings myself but my sister Kelly took a short film on her phone and uploaded it onto youtube…

[note. it turns the right way up in a second]

A few posts back I mentioned that I’d been looking for some controllers to use for the audience to get involved and jam with us. I settled on the idea of using a dance mat and game controller. So I bought some that have usb connections and hooked them up to my computer, using all sorts of hokus pokus, and they worked really well. I’m thinking we’re gonna keep things pretty fluid by introducing extra or different kinds of controllers each gig (I’m working on making a multi-touch surface at the moment) but for now the dance mat is definitely gonna be a fixture.

We’re working on a maybe five track EP currently so I’ll be posting more info on that up in the next couple of months or so, other wise look out for the next Milk Bar gig!

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Check This

Hi, sorry I’ve been away for a while, been working my arse off at the moment to fund the upcoming pop-up gig. I’ll post some more up about that soon. For the mean time here’s another track from my early producing days in my bedroom-shed in Hatfield. My friend from college introduced me to Dre and the Chronic. I didn’t really get the G-Funk thing till a bit later on but I still went through the album to see what I could pilfer from it anyway. Got a sample of Dre going “check this out muthafucka” from A Nigga Witta Gun (“what? you can’t talk witta gun in yo mouth?”).

We played this tune at a house party in my flat in Totnes in about 2007 or something, it went down pretty well. Our flat was a bit of a shit-hole so we used to use it for parties. I turned up to one once that had half of the town waiting outside. I got upstairs and it was so rammed that these two miscreants were shagging up against the radiator and no-one had noticed. My friend pointed them out to me and we all turned and laughed at them while they pulled up their kaks and ran out the flat. After that things went pretty smooth till my idiot house-mate started a fight with the hoover. He’d do shit like that when he was wasted cos I think he thought it challenged people, but generally he just looked a bit of a psycho. We used to joke that he kept his girlfriend gagged in the wardrobe.

 

 

Big Beat

I’d been living in Hackney, east London, for the past year or so with a friend of mine till I got sick of the pure level of hipsters and fashion fucks. I saw him over new years and we had party round mine, played Fatboy Slim in my living room. We were talking the next day about how playing Fatboy Slim in east is like social suicide. “Put Fatboy Slim on!” – The room turns silent and you’re stared out until you meekly sidle your way out of the room, silently leaving the party. I have a hipster friend who doesn’t listen to music unless it’s sung in french… yawn.

So here’s a tune I made at around 16, my big beat obsession lasted a while.