Ramasutra

Ramasutra rocked.

Not only that, but true to its name, all that low pounding bass, sensual middle-eastern rythms and French audio samples about masturbation made *this* girl horny.

The show opened with a live set by Angel's Thursday night DJs (names?). Good groove, good mixes, including one particularly impressive one of the Fugees' "Ready or not, here I come". These dudes were fun to see spin: they were clearly having an awesome time, hopping all over the place, hugging each other, dancing around. They win a prize for "Most Snuggly Looking DJs I've seen so far".

After a long in-between wait, the curtains opened on the stage swathed in smoke and purple light. DJ Ram came on with an 8-person band, lots of drums, tams-tams, funky Middle-Eastern instruments, a sexy female vocalist, and "a partridge in a pear tree", err, no, wait. They had all kinds of cool video samples projecting onto the backdrop to the stage: ocean fish, cleopatra, some particularly good clips of opening and closing flowers during "Daisy". I liked Ramasutra's music on CD, and they have a style that's suited to being even better live. The show was low, pounding, sultry, launching into a more techno-ish electronic wibe towards the end, with DJ Ram mixing. The two songs I *had* to hear, Daisy and Marder, were awesomly arranged.

Everything was awesomely arranged, actually, but the set was too short, so it was like one of those restaurant with insanely good food in tiny portions.

Comments from other people: "This show would have been better on drugs", and "they kept holding back just when they were going to go completely wild".

The post-modern "I-just-turned-legal-drinking-age" prize goes to the really sogged guys standing next to us on the dance floor, who kept yelling at various parts in the show "Michael Jackson is alive!"