There are two different types of hangovers; the first is defined by a solid kick to the face by an imaginary demon as soon as one of your eyes blearily cracks open and before it’s even focused on anything, your head has imploded and your brain is seeping out your nose.
The second is more deceptive and begins without any hint of pain at all. You wake up and feel wonderful, you get up and it’s a beautiful Sunday morning, the trees are singing and the birds are swaying. Then, just when you begin to think about cooking a mammoth fry up, something crawls into your head, defecates all over your mind before festering in your stomach for the rest of the day.
I only mention this to excuse myself from my fragmented memory of the night before; and to explain that the intended reviewer for the night bailed on us and left it up to a pisshead to pick up the pieces of what turned out to be a (no doubt) awesome night.
After stamping their authority in Brisbane when they last visited, the powerhouse duo ofKid Kenobi & MC Shureshock were back in the Family for another round of speaker-blowing tunes. The glass booth had been abandoned for the night and a stage was produced up front in the main room. Prior to the main event, Jason Morely was making the new stage his own with a 3 CDJ set up and a turntable being used as nothing more than a shelf for the next few CDs he was lining up, alas. By 11PM the main room was a hive of well turned-out bodies making their mark upon the dancefloor.
The Family always knows how to put on an impressive light show and the massive expanse of bulbs decked out against the back wall added a thoroughly disco feel to proceedings, even if what was stomping through the speakers was greatness of the more techy variety. What drew me away from all the pretty lights fanning out across the main floor, was an alarmingly unexpected display of what I like to call CockArt. An artist by the name of Pricasso had set up a little studio in the members area and was showing off the artistic flair of his own member, painting surprisingly good portraits of those willing to sit and stare at his tool of the trade for half an hour.
As mesmerising as watching a man paint with his penis was, when Kenobi and Shureshock came out, all attention turned to the stage. They came out strong, with Shureshock getting straight into and geeing the crowd up for a night of hard beats and heavy bass declaring that “tonight, this is your family!” Fending off bugged-eyed, teeth-grindingly enthusiastic fans who took to the stage, his performance was professional and did the trick in keeping energy levels in the room on a constant high.
The two have been working together for the past few years and they bounce off each other nicely, with Shureshock’s explosive outbursts timed to perfection but never overpowering the beats being thrown out by Kenobi. Some of his moves left a little to be desired, but nonetheless it was entertaining to see him almost poke some of the frontrowers’ eyes out with a pelvic thrust or two. The set itself (from what my post-hangover head could recollect) started off with the nicely accessible dance to ease people into a night that got harder and faster as it went on. One particular highlight of the night had everyone gleefully signing along to the massive Justice vs. Simian trackWe Are Your Friends.
Kenobi’s mastery of his set up and the tracklist he had fun playing around with meant the night went off with maximum amounts of energy and very little let up. The two make a great team and with their powers combined made for a great night, it would have been so much more memorable if I hadn’t been off the clock and making up for a week’s worth of non-drinking in one night.
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