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DJ Mhogo

His dub-disco-jazz-funk-hip hop set is a masterpiece of madness.  There's some ultra-clever programming that, recreated live, would be something to behold.  A joyous, mixed-up mash-up. 

Anne Savage:  Now this took me right back to acid house days when I first started to mix.  Very funky, the sort of mix you can chill to then every now and again get up and dance.  Very creative!

International DJ Magazine, September 2005

Shaft

Friday (Welly Club)

Shaft (good stuff)

I first met JP while I was reviewing Total Control, the esteemed jungle night, one sweaty Wednesday night.  During the interview I had with him he asked me if I'd ever been to Shaft, to which I rather shamefully replied "No but I've heard a lot about it."  "Oh man," he cried, throwing his arms in the air, "Fridays here are the bollocks."

Two days later I found myself walking into what was probably the best night out I've had for a very long time.  At half past twelve I found myself walking past the hoards (and I mean hoards) of happy clubbers and staggered into the DJ booth.  I was greeted by an inanely grinning JP who immediately asked me what I thought of the place.  I'd arrived early on with a few friends who knew the night well.  I had certainly heard that this was the place to be off many a person, and had doubted each one.  How wrong I was. 

The music style is hard to put your finger on.  When I asked JP how he'd describe it, he simply replied "There's two types of music, good stuff and bad stuff.  We don't play the bad stuff."  As the night progressed I began to agree with him.  I suppose you could say it has a funky edge to it, but you have to hear it to believe it.  

There are three DJs who run things, and each brings his own particular style to the proceedings, and each one is immensely dedicated.  This is probably the reason why no other club around has been able to reproduce a night even half as good as Shaft.  Catman (the separated former husband of Batman baddie Catwoman) spent over a year in the Southern USA gathering material, and bloody good it is too.  

The dancefloor was wild, plenty of clapping, whistling and other not so printable capers going on around us.  Friendly funky females and blissfully boogieing blokes all grinding happily away on the dancefloor, with no sign of trouble or bad vibes to be seen at all.  Now that's what I call an atmosphere.  Basically the place was heaving.

I could go on forever telling you how damn fine the place was, but I won't.  Get yourself there, and get Shafted.  Ultra recommended.

Radar Student Guide '95