Floating Points, Moodymann, tINI and Henry Maxwell
Habitat has been bringing good music to Perth for years, and MOVE has been fostering it here for us all to enjoy with DJs like Henry Maxwell and Jaxon Eastabrook. When they teamed up to present Moodymann, Floating Points, tINI and Henry Maxwell it was always going to be a great night of vibe-laden oonce-ness.
Even a last minute venue change to Villa due to some obscene joke about the music being too loud, too late at the Urban Orchard (near absolutely farq all residential lots) couldn’t stand in the way. Villa is a (ahem) fine venue, but its lack of eftpos is pretty archaic, and unless there's some gang-fueled money laundering going on, they should sort that out. Needless to say the 20 minute queue to get to the one working ATM was a massive downer.
Perth’s own Henry Maxwell (or Mixwell [fuck]) is a safe pair of hands if you want to please your ears. A regular at events like Methods, he’s a welcome fixture of the Perth party scene. If people needed warming up, there was no lack of that going on, and although some people were playing hard to get early, he has the talent to fill the dance floor - which he did with ease. In the words of a mate he 'was sick’.
London-based Floating Points was on points (damn). From the get go he filled the club with an ~intoxicating~ feeling of ~uncontrollable movement~. Sam Shepherd's ability to get you working up a sweat can’t be doubted, and it’s not hard to guess why with the cuts he serves up. It was just music for good times, and I literally couldn’t control myself. Thankfully others were visibly affected, with a number of hands being carelessly waved.
Moodymann made me anything but moody (ooooof). Some of the people I was with were not too pleased by his set, but I can’t work it out for the life of me. For me the urge to move was picked up where Floating Points had left it. It was perhaps a funkier and more soulful set than Floating Points, which maybe would have been better appreciated if it came before Floating Points, but there were no complaints from me.
Out of Berlin, tINI was dropping massive tune after massive tune (at least the shit puns are over). Her deep house ties came to the fore, and were the perfect way to end the night as we moved through a bass driven and at times tribal sound. Announced late to the event, and what a blessing!
Leaving Villa with the sun coming into the sky like a sly rogue coming in through your window, I was well pleased with the night. All the sets were tight, and it was a world class grouping for Perth, whose growing appetite for classy dance music shows no signs of satiation.
