October Battlejam @ Audio

The silly talented DMC/everything champs turntablist JFB, beatboxer Beardyman, and DJ extraordinare Ed Solo present another monthly night of sampling and scratching – Battlejam!

Line up:
Beardyman (2x UK Beatbox Champ)
JFB (2007 UK DMC Champ)
Ed Solo & guests: DJ BIG FAT OXYMORON & HUMPTY TRIKET PUFF THE 3RD

This monthly session the boys will be introducing New Instant video Sampling/Scratching!! Get ready. They will be filming faces and scratching them instantly.

PLUS COMP FOR FREE ENTRY!:The person who leaves the silliest comment on the Facebook wall wins free entry to this Battlejam – deadline Thursday!!

Doors at 11pm, cost unknown because the plonkers forgot to put entry on their publicity, but I can assure you it’s money well spent. Kicking out 3am.

Never been? Here’s what they have to say:

If you are new, unfamiliar or don’t quite understand what happens at Battlejam, don’t worry.. neither do we. All we know is that its amassing [what's amassing, I wonder?] and its gonna get even more amassing cause we now have new technology which allows us to film, record and scratch videos live, Instantly!

The format is simple. Every month, a guest musician from the vast pool of Brighton talent joins them for a marathon 4 hour jam which involves live sampling of both guest musician and beatbox-vocal nutter Beardyman by the excessively sick scratch-technician JFB [you can tell JFB wrote this!].

When their feeling particularly lairy they sample the crowd either en-mass or individually and make a tune out of it – live, by scratching it and manipulating it in before your very ears.

No-one knows what’s going to happen until it does at Battlejam, not even the performers themsleves. By the time 4 hours is up everyone present has reached a state of ecstatic transcendence and for audience members and performers alike, experiencing hallucinations and speaking in tongues is not uncommon. If it sounds bizarre thats cos no-ones done it before, so come see it n witness this groundbreaking night before everyone starts copying it.

It tends to go off like a hip-hop nail-bomb, and fends off the toffs stultifying them to great aplomb, from the proletariat, come n see it where you at, come down the vibe’ll hit you like a metal cricket bat. word.

Turn up and your drunken shoutings could become the hook for your new favourite tune. . . you got the balls?