Rough Disko and a bite

We threw another Rough Disko party at Penelopes in July - It was a ‘residents special’ which translates in promoter terms as ‘we’re skint and we can’t afford any guests’.

However, in this case it was pretty sweet to get the chance to flex a bit of musical muscle from behind the decks. And it went off in a satisfying manner. One of the best moments was when the 'party bus' arrived at 10.30pm with a gang of revellers in tow. It stops off at various places around Yorkshire, transporting piss heads to various locations in search of good times.

This group of shitfaced teachers waltzed in, demanded the new Chris Brown single, smashed a glass and then fucked off. I was glad to see them go.

We’re throwing a series of monthly parties from October. Keep those peepers peeled for line ups…

Afterwards we celebrated by getting on a ketamine tip. It’s an experience which has punctuated the summer like an occasional equine-based bomb blast to the brain. It’s pretty disorientating and results in the user reverting to a child-like state. It is meant for horses so I guess this is unsurprising.

The next eve we missed the C90 party with DJ Rupture due to a bbq engagement in Beighton. It was a delightful experience until a gang of marauding slugs bum-rushed the show. One minute there weren’t any around - the next a whole tribe had started to get jiggy with the burgers. It was unfortunate I’d reached the stage of wolfing down a steak sandwich fresh off the grill. My fragile state of mind led to me believing that the bap I was sticking in my wobbly gob wasn’t stuffed with lovely, fragrant meat - but a gang of hungry slugs. Cue food popping back into mouth, cue little bit of sick in hand, cue giving oneself a talking to. Topping that Jeff bit me.

It hurt.



Raving - this guy was here before we opened the doors and danced around like a loon til the end. Props.



Bite marks

May Rough Disko post mortem

Right right let’s get to it. The last party was a right fucking jump off, if not a red hot sausage fest.

That’s right the music went SKONKN K NKNKN BBBBBBIOIOI, then flexed its muscles before punching you between the legs and tweaking yer balls/cameltoe.

Boys loved it, so did a few girls, and many ladies hated it. However, that me ducks is the way we fucking roll.

Props to Mr Oris Jay for properly slaying it, whoop whoop to the C90 dicks for sticking their fingers in our pie again and to anyone who ventured down. It.Was.Good.

Here are some pics from Penelopes to show how big and bouncing it was. Check out Mary Anne Hobbs offa Radio 1 who was in the area for her birfday. We didn’t get her anything.



Radio 1 in da AREA! avec beaux - marvel at the fun she's having



Action shot of foliage in Penelopes - this sums up the point of blogs nicely.



Revellers 'having it'/'going extra large'/'throwing the dummy out of the pram'/



Darqwan/Oris Jay laying it down

Rough Disko Vs C90 in THE BASS OFF @ PENELOPES FEB FRI 15TH

While I'm at here's detail of our next Rough Disko party, this time with our fellow bass loving party hounds C90. Check out their vibe here

Flyers by our chums Go

Blurb here for your sens...

ROUGH DISKO PRESENT - THE BASS OFF
Where - Penelopes, Sheffield
When - Friday, February 15th
What - 10.30 while 4
Damage - £4

The malignant ROUGH DISKO beast lumbers into 2008 with a new party for your ears and feet, at the scene of December’s nocturnal crime PENELOPES…
This time bring a spare of pants - we’re throwing up THE BASS OFF for a heavy sound clash featuring Sheffield’s electronic and beer loving hounds, C90...
December saw the ROUGH DISKO Djing/gymnastic team display aerobics both on the floor and behind the decks. The wonk levels were jacked up to 98 with help from South London’s finest purveyers of crunking electronics dragged straight from the gutter, ZOMBIE DISCO SQUAD. Props to those mothers for bringing some proper plastik to the chaos…

After spazzing it up domestic style over the NY, February sees us back on the nightime road and welcoming our compadres C90 to the bash. Cut from a similarly demented electronic bent as ourselves, these mothers started holding parties for the same reasons we got embroiled. Cos Steel City night’s can be tuff when no other fun freaks are licking the same pole as you, you mother…

They’ve put on parties with a wide array of guests - Digital Mystikz, DJ Scotch Egg, Boombip, Fog, Rob Hall, Maga Bo, Neil Landstrumm - from such a sparkling array of musical madness you can imagine what sort of sickness they’ll be bringing - all manner of batty bass from dubstep, minimal, bleep to glitched up grime and beats.

Couple that with the Rough Disko team (cut to JIMPOTENT, GAG REFLEX and THE LONDON WICKER since BOB FUNKHOUSE’s sad departure to the smoke), purveyors of electro, house, bassline, house, techno, ghetto tech and booty shaking business and you’ve got a twisted meeting of night-time beams, two crews willing to push each other over the edge into bass fuelled chaos…. Bring on the bass…