Review: Heating the Beats
Much as I love the heat, it is Kryptonite to my chilly Northern blood. Since the beginning of this endless heatwave that we call 'summer', the nearest thing I've had to real sleep has been brief, feverish spells of near consciousness between 23.00 (when the last grey light disappears from the sky) and dawn. My salvation during this sleep-deprived period has been the abundance of outdoor parties available down Rummelsberg way. The reason why I have not been recording them is due to a simple refusal to sit inside, typing entries when I could be sitting - or dancing - on the Spree. Plus, my heat-exhausted brain just hasn't been up to the exertion of creating and editing sentences. Anyway, enough excuses. Please read on for a sample of what I have been getting up to over the past two weeks! Right: 'Avin it corporate style at Astra Kulturhaus, May 28. After searching aimlessly for an open-air on Saturday May 27th, a friend and I were somehow teleported into the...