The Wizard!

When I found out Jeff Mills was playing at Basic NYC this weekend, my inner fan boy let out a cry for joy. For some reason his djing sets have always left me in a mesmerised stupor and last night was no different.

Weapons of choice - 3 decks, 2 cdjs and a 909

He worked those puppies from start to finish, layering rhythm after rhythm in a relentless fashion. Alien soundscapes that seemed to give birth to tiny grooves that evolved and grew in front of you. At one point he broke it down for around 5 minutes, synths communicating with each other in a language we once knew but had since forgotten, then the dancefloor erupted as his 909 dropped back in, like an alien invasion landing in the rotten apple.


It was amazing to witness this in the intimate settings of the Sullivan Rooms, low ceilings, very low douche factor, pure vibes. The last time I saw Jeff play in new york was at Pascha, probably the worst surroundings I could imagine so this time around everything was set up for a monumental experience and I was not dissapointed.

The highlight of the set for me was towards the end when he dropped down to just the 909, mutating the rhythm in real time. His hands were a blur, it was at this point that I contemplatd the distinct possibility that Jeff is a visitor to this planet, or maybe it's us that are the visitors.

If you have never seen him play, put it on your list of things to do before you die.