The national decline of punk rock couldn’t have hit any city harder and the void has allowed for a passionate community of DJs to spearhead a movement that makes me very proud to call Beekeepers a “Boston bass blog.” As the city grows, so does the line. And here comes the consistent cover charge. Can I borrow $10?
We’re small, but the bordering cities of Cambridge & Somerville make our metro area a mean tag team of culture creating luchadores (Allston, sit down I see you.)
Our winters will stop your heart, our summers will make you forget that shit and wish for winter, and every four years, the bright eyed youth of our big college town leaves and never comes back. It’s been tough to start a movement in Boston.
At least, that’s how it used to be. In recent years, a few of us decided to stay. Across the Charles River, a murmuring heartbeat has grown to a palpitating fervor. Cambridge is the rib cage. Coralcola is a pacemaker.
As a resident at Cambridge’s premier dance club, Middlesex Lounge, “Worcestor’s finest purveyor of agoraphobic stoner bedroom techno” can be relied upon to send a rumble down Mass Avenue and make a hundred people dance every Thursday night.
“Hazey House Anthem” captures the boiling fumes of a mildly confused city. Like plumes of smoke, lumbering, minor key acid synths groan under crisp percussion. Coralcola‘s hi-hats say, “Let’s go. Let’s make something of this frustration.”
We’re lucky to have him, not only as a DJ but as a producer with potent, minimalist instinct. He may live in Worcestor, but he’s long been a part of our nervous system.
sorry club kids but ive chosen suburbs
— coralcola (@coralcola) August 13, 2013
We’ll keep coming back if you do.