The coffee got me like…

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DJ Clent
So DJ Clent and Nguzunguzu are both gunna be playing in Brooklyn this weekend. At the same place. On the same night. Should be wild fun. I don’t even have to chose which event to go to. I mean, those nights where I’d bounce around to different parties were some of my favorites - seeing all the separate crowds in one night, jumping over to a new place when the other got boring, picking up new people, losing others, and bumping into randos in between. But I can’t run all over the city like that anymore. I think I might be an old now. Or maybe I’m still just damaged from the winter. We’ll see. Either way, I’m definitely in a broke spell. 

Aite, in case you’re unfamiliar, Clent is an OG in the juke game, and the Nguzus are mad eclectic but make dark music for big sound systems. 

Clent is the man when it comes to DJing. I only got to hear him a couple times, on his one and only trip to New York. Back when J-Cush first started bringing footworkers out here. Back when the parties were at random spots like art galleries and shoddy warehouses and crowds were unreliable. Wayyyy back in like 2011. Practically generational.

I happened to tag along with him and a few others like Manny, Trax, and Rashad, and I became a fan. We were trying to make a short documentary, but all the footage - some good some, some not so good - went to waste for various reasons I’ll leave out. (I was, however, able to put together the mini doc below.) 




So I have no video of those nights to prove that he’s nice with it, but I can tell you about it. He’s on point, usually dropping the clubbier tracks, never missing a beat. Lot’s of “GotDAMN!” moments. And he constantly cuts in on the mic at the perfect spots, sounding almost like he’s on the record. He’s funny too. Once, he was pushing up on the lady security guard, saying something along the lines of, “Shouts to the sexy security guard.” Which she was all smiles at. (Don’t get it twisted though, he’s a family man! It was all good fun.) 

Anyway. Beyond becoming a Clent fan, I gained a better appreciation for footwork in general. I’d been interested in it for a while, but hearing it on a good sound system, how the tracks were mixed together, and the selection of DJs from the scene itself put it in a whole new context for me. 

Now as for Nguzunguzu, they’re a different beast altogether, albeit one of my favorites. Where Clent comes from a regionally specific genre, these two purposefully look without for inspiration. While their production recently has somewhat settled on exaggerated rap/R&B beats and menacing sonics, their DJ inclinations are impossible to pin down. They’ll bounce from footwork and rap, to zouk and bubbling and much more. 

I’m just as hype to catch them as I am Clent, but their set isn’t as newsworthy since they come here a lot. I somehow nearly always manage to miss them, though. Whether I sleep through the party, get arrested, or because of some other excuse, it’s rare I see them. But this weekend I am breaking the curse. I’m committed to it.

Also! Clent just dropped his new Planet Mu Ep called Hyper Feet, so cop that. The track here is from said record. 


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