The underground electronic scene is booming in Australia, and Sydney is seeing rise to a ton of new events, collectives, labels and artists in the space. Teaming up for a steamy takeover at the Chippendale Hotel this Saturday are two of the players; Cult Trip and Templar Sound.
For a full arvo these two labels will occupying both levels of the venue, injecting ounces of local noise into your consciousness one set at a time. To get you in the mood, body and soul, Cult Trip export Loïcc has thrown down a diabolical mix of messy techno. Wrap your ears around it below.
Gutsy, dense and industrial, Loïcc’s mix for Cult Trip x Templar Sound is as raunchy as their joint show promises to be.
It ain’t a mix for the feint of heart. Ragged around the edges and distorted in all the right places, Loïcc has definitely brought in more of a night-closing feel here.
A far cry from the breezy summer jams you might encounter if you rock up at 3pm, it’s the kind of set you want tearing through the PA when you’re neck-deep into the night, wandering through a hazy darkness ushered in by 8 hours of top-shelf techno.
But Loïcc isn’t the only one taking the decks at the Cult Trip x Templar Sound show. Let’s take a look at the competition.
Rings Around Saturn
Dan White/2200 will be making his Sydney debut as Rings Around Saturn on Saturday. The only Melbourne selector on the menu, he’s been making waves down south with a continuous output of organic house jams.
Cop Envy has been kicking it around Sydney for a couple of years, sharing the stage with a ton of local dance legends. Start your addiction with his Boiler Room mix below, or a mix for FBi Radio here.
Hubert Clarke Jr.
Purveyor of the slick mix above, Loïcc’s dilapidated, wonky techno is the perfect soundtrack to the 7am nang-fuelled kick-ons you’ll never ever tell your mother about.
Speaking of mums, Preacha is your disco-addicted mama’s gateway drug into the world of modern dance music. Firmly rooted in the grooves of the 80s, this selector has been known to lubricate a dancefloor better than a stock spillage at Sexpo.
If you’ve been to an underground Sydney gig in the last year, there’s a whopping chance you’ve seen this lad strut a jam. Ben Fester smashes out the kind of house you want to get sunburnt listening to, a glowing take on the genre to float you through the daytime portion of any good bender.