Great Expectations

The London Fields Pub has stopped making sense again and invited Kiss the Fist to return to the decks for a night of chaos and dancing... Thankfully Def Stef has put together this little mix as part of the monstrous promotional trail we're blazing...

Greatexpectations by Kissthefist on Mixcloud

Get your peas out for the lads

Vibes have been pretty fresh and clean round these parts - although the whole of February has been spent with a pint pot seemingly glued to one hand. No change there then. Apart from drinking shitloads and acting the fucking goat, February has been the month of fulfilling one new year's resolution in the subsection marked 'more talk, more action'. Finally the plunge was taken and a vat of pea soup was boiled up. That's right. Big looks all round on the pea soup...



Pea soup



Murderer's gloves



Even mugs get fearful on Monday mornings



Too many rolls, too many many rolls



Mushroom strog - Delicious yet right trumpy



Goths out at night - no surprises



Broken dreams



Late night post Djing snack - as recommended by Sven Vath



Tall snakes

Darts darts darts darts darts

Darts, darts and more fucking darts. There's a lot to love about the noble art of throwing arrows at a board. Part of its charm lies in the fact that this is technically a sport based in the most precious of all locations - the pub. So being able to hold your own with the pints is almost as important as knowing where the board is located. Hence the amount of athleticism on display is small. Many of the stars are as big as barrels. It's beautifully contrary.

I luckliy had the opportunity to attend the first installment of the Premier League darts at the O2 arena through work - We were in a corporate box belonging to a bank - which felt a bit naughty to say the least. But fuck it. You only live once n'est pas? We took the clipper to the O2, then went into the box - We were so far away that being able to clock the score on the screens was tricky, never mind discern who was playing or where the darts were going. But there was shitloads of booze and food all of which we got right into like a bunch of rats up a brace of drain pipes. Big tings.

The vibe was incredibly heavy - there's a sense of extreme carnival at the darts - many attendees are dressed up and pretty much the entire place is pissed up. Which all adds up for largeness. One of the highlights was a ruck between a man dressed as a bumble bee with another chap who'd come as a bottle of Newcastle Ale wading in to assist. The darts players do a staged red carpet walk surrounded by young ladies in skimpy attire. One of the gents in our box said he went to the Lakeside world championship darts dressed as Freddie Mercury while his significant other manned up and got her Brian May flex on. This is the sort of weird vibe we're talking. Insanity abounds. I want to go back...



Come come Mr Bond



The O2's cig shop



Corporate fish and chips



Insightful shit in the O2 toilets from French warbling mega bitch



The rider



The aftermath

Lying to oneself

Keeping it rude Sheffield style...

February 19th sees the next Rude Movements party going on in Sheffield. If we're gonna reach, it's gonna mean a National Express bus there and back but the party looks fresh enough to make it worth the trip. I can already taste the aura of the man squeezed in the seat next to me. Bring it on. I'll be that man on the return journey to London. Hungover and hanging big styles. Drink it.

Ahem. Zed Bias and Toddla T are among the men doing their bit in the front room. Their collaboration, Koolade, which you can hear at the start of this Zed Bias podcast, is a right twitcher. In the back room it's Luke Unabomber and Winston Hazel. Their business reminded us of this youtube footage of legendary Sheffield night Jive Turkey which emerged some time last year. As per Winston is on it in this and the enthusiasm is large. Makes you want to get off your arse and dance to house music like a twat. Fresh flavours.



While we're in Sheff that weekend, my man, the Captain, will hopefully be interviewing the photographer Shawn Bloodworth. He's known as the dude who has documented much of the key figures in London's ever burgeoning dubstep and grime scene and does a great job of making the gaunt look even gaunter. If you head over to his website (which is here) you can watch a short film he made documenting what was going on in Sheffield's night life during 2010. Both bits of footage have been kicking about for a while but that weekend has a nice bit of symmetry agwaning - Old and new meet each other somewhere in South Yorks. Check the trailer for the Bloodworth film below...

Minds Locked Together (Trailer) from BRAINFEEDER on Vimeo.

Send a salami to your boy in the army

Writing tings has been on the agenda during the last week or so... Gone in hard on the new faces of UK funky, when in fact they might not even be from the UK.

JTPR are German, on Deep Teknologi, and make seriously tough music. This is muscular in the extreme while Hackman is from Leeds and makes chunky house business

JTPR FACT website review

Hackman Made up My Mind

French dudes Baron Retif & Concepcion Perez also made the cut on a more Parisian kitchen sink sort of flex.

Baron Retif & Concepcion Perez - Superman review HYPONIK

Fun hurts

February has already proved to be A LOT and we're only in week one. Injuries to the ears, eyes, hands, fingers and buttocks have been sustained. We've got a massive, fuck off new telly which required some massive, fuck offf heavy lifting to get it inside. Lift with your buttocks. Elsewhere Throbbing Gristle members Chris and Cosey did a gig down at the ICA - Although the music was challenging, one of the best new discoveries is ordering 2.5 pints at a time instead of just the one. This way you have a half to savour while the barkeep is pouring the other two. It makes sense.



Massive fuck off tv ting



Bed time reading



Baked



Chris and Cosey



Wary



Fun hurts



New culinary horizons



bangers



Crack 'em



Package



Naughty naughty



brekkers



Gnarly