FC Kahuna + Midfield General // Audio

Let’s set the scene.

So, it’s 7pm on Saturday. I feel like a snake that’s been beaten with a stick and for some reason my bank accounts been raped for its last penny? In perspective, did we need more wine? Pulling myself together I’m sitting in front of my shitty pc (half naked) nursing a slaughter of a hangover.

With a good entourage and a belly full of heinous cheap spirits we set off from the Globe. On arrival, Audio was not immensely busy allowing us to brisk from side to side of the venue and mingle without interruption. A stalk contrast to the last night we attended with the body-popping cunt’s at Jazzy Jeff. I love it when this place is free enough to just walk about and not have to endure beer knocking into you ever 2 metres. The crowd were one of the most pleasant groups one could ask for and luckily some old school faces came out of hiding. It’s nice when a crowd can interact so perfectly with one an other and a night to go so smoothly. We came late and missed Midfield Generals warm up set but luckily got straight in to the Kahuna action. I think it goes without saying that the set was fucking excellent and I won’t spend ages mumbling about how good they are. It goes without saying. Their nights never disappoint.

Towards the end of the night the party seemed to move in to the small area behind the DJ booth. The room quickly filled up with the usual Brighton delinquents and the alcohol flowed like a floating urinal cake. Before we knew it the dance floor was empty and the security staff where ushering us on to the street. Some deliberation and we head to a cab going off the hotel Pelirocco. Brighton’s very own (well marketed) boutique sleepery. After not being able to open the door with the key and having to get assistance we get some booze and head on up. This is where the night becomes a bit hazy, spending hours talking bollocks in a hotel room (curb your enthusiasm, myspace, breasts and Cat Dealy having a beard) until the sun was just a tad too bright. So it’s time to move on again. A cab is called; everyone gets out and for some reason I sit there like a dick too inebriated to comprehend moving. Boom, my mind comes back to me and I stagger out to a house I’ve never seen.

The next few hours are filled with even stranger conversation and plenty of weed. Yeah, I’m not even a fucking smoker. It’s now 12pm on Saturday and listening to classical music and playing Kate Bush off a mobile phone seems like a good plan. Suddenly it’s time to sleep. Don’t you hate that point in a night when you know that it’s the end, everyone is dead around you and you are forcing the last sips of wine down your throat while your eyes are closed.

When you wake up in a house you don’t know with your face neatly etched in to the floor what do you do? Leave as quickly as you can to spare yourself + anyone else any more embarrassment. Get home eat 3 eggs then write a very painful review. And it’s all in the name of entertainment.

So that’s another Stompaphunk night out the way, another hangover and feeling of regret. Would we do it again? Of course and we’ll see you at the next one.

Catherine, Amy and Sarah – always a pleasure! As we all saw Eliot was beautifully munted once again. It’s funny and somewhat comforting how some things never change.

Dan, photo of you which came up in conversation last night (taken from bugged-out’s website (1994-2003)303:

Comments by BiBi:

Karma it seems has a nasty way of coming back and slapping you in the face like a Kemptown basement dominatrix bitch…..The last few weeks and antics of behaving like a hardcore social butterfly has left me with a horrid dose of toncillitous. So now lie here in bed, adding my piece to the evening (and what an evening it was) with a neck like a quarter back punk and unable to swallow anything of substance (no comments please). Advice of mother, along the lines of candle and both ends ringing in my ears….yea, yea. I will do it for the cause!

FC Kahauna launched us into the bank holiday weekend in true Stompaphunk style. Some seriously good pounding electronics were going down and as said by Marek, the crowd could not have been a better bunch. The perfect collective of movers and shakers getting down and punching the air to some deep and nasty beats. Their music is something that seems impossible not to move to, and I challenge anyone in any state, sober, wired, drunk or climbing the walls to not at least get a foot tapping to their funky shiz.

The set seemed to roll out non stop banging tunes, big deep base lines and euphoric crescendos to get you reaching… and just about anyone else near by that fancied a hug. No loved up narcotics.. it was just the beautiful music that made this happen. I was relatively sober for a Friday, a couple of vodka’s in Charles Street – now that was enlightening. Maybe I am a bit naive, but starting the night in a gay bar got me all confused. The men thought I was lovely and spent 5 minutes trying to convince a Tony and Guy hair dresser that my hair was all mine and not extensions. And the girls, well, looked like guys but with out the, er, attachments so to speak. Either way, no bloody chance of scoring in there so off to Audio it was for a dose of love and quality music from the Kahuna boys. Was left totally satisfied. Thanks boys!

So, back to the honey, lemon and bed it is for this crazy cat… till next weekend anyway.

NOTE: Sevan, who posted a comment. We had to remove it due to it fucking up the the page style. We are sorting the problem. Sorry for taking it off! I hate computers

Audio
http://www.audiobrighton.com

10 Marine Parade
Brighton
East Sussex
Tel: 01273-624343

info@audiobrighton.com

Words: Marek the Czech and Catherine

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