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Moonbootica - Sputnik Resident - Feb 2008
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dicoGenre: House
Date of Set: Feb 2nd, 2008
Filesize: 58.49 MB
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Biography of Moonbootica
Who put the art into smart?
the whole world should be moving
do your part
cure a lonely heart
your disco needs you
(Kylie Minogue)
So where were we when the lights went up? Right, Moonbootica, the Hamburg boys with the big cochones and cowboy walk. Two tall posers with dark shades, big gobs and the throttled charm of Porsche owners. Shoe size?
Or are they? Is Clark Kent really Superman? Was Bertha Butt's butt really bigger than George Clinton's Mothership? Did King Kong ever get lovesick? And what if he didn't, she wasn't, they weren't? Was the whole thing a devious trick designed to spread fun and games?
Moonbootica just wanna have fun, first off. No wonder they do their best to cover up their good education, slipping effortlessly into the role of party animals propagating ecstatic panic in the disco. Like Caligula must have felt back in the days when he re-wrote the book on partying hard right on thru to da next level. Moonbootica may not be living Gods but their fun can be our fun too.
Their disdain for the elevation of their own intellectual heights and the obligatory mindfuck thus implied, resisting the symphonic rush and meticulous beat mode, KoweSix and tobitob prefer to juggle with apparent trifles such as an in-yer-face bass drum. Chack-Boom-Chack-Boom. Let's face it, at the end of the day, when night casts its shadow over the battlefields of pleasure, intelligent theories and descriptive talons are no more than propagandist lies begging to be smashed by deliberate polarisation and proletarisation.
Moonbootica allow themselves the freedom to do just whatever they want to do. Without bothering to ask for permission. As they ascend their own personal escalator to the stars, they are, simultaneously, their own protectors of their powers. As you like it. Or to be more exact, as they like it. Far removed from the servitude of cavernous discotheques for the hoi polloi, they remain progressive to the mark. Ye beg to differ? Well take a closer look at the past six years of their development and you will recognise the intensity of their hunger, the undying urge to burst open the gates to euphoria.
Whether as DJs or musicians, Moonbootica's basic principle is to get the most out of ultimate simplicity. This can be seen less in their choice of blunt weapons as in the clarity - you might say crystal - of their method. The crowd gets it instinctively. Doesn't matter where they are or from whence they came, it works in Russian mafia clubs, it works in overpoweringly aromatic Mediterranean gin palaces.
Their stylistic playfulness can be attributed to the duo's biologically determined fatalism: 'When you're 6 foot six, you just can't fit into any pigeon holes.' Ah, what cultured self-mockery. And a nice little aside to the projected delusions of grandeur one may be confronted with when meeting the charm-schoolers for the first time. For anyone who still fails to see that Moonbootica are more than the sum of their provocations, a double dose of the mix album 'DJ Sounds Good' ('04) and the eponymous studio album 'Moonbootica' ('05) should do the trick. Putting the fun into funambulists.
http://www.myspace.com/moonbootique
the whole world should be moving
do your part
cure a lonely heart
your disco needs you
(Kylie Minogue)
So where were we when the lights went up? Right, Moonbootica, the Hamburg boys with the big cochones and cowboy walk. Two tall posers with dark shades, big gobs and the throttled charm of Porsche owners. Shoe size?
Or are they? Is Clark Kent really Superman? Was Bertha Butt's butt really bigger than George Clinton's Mothership? Did King Kong ever get lovesick? And what if he didn't, she wasn't, they weren't? Was the whole thing a devious trick designed to spread fun and games?
Moonbootica just wanna have fun, first off. No wonder they do their best to cover up their good education, slipping effortlessly into the role of party animals propagating ecstatic panic in the disco. Like Caligula must have felt back in the days when he re-wrote the book on partying hard right on thru to da next level. Moonbootica may not be living Gods but their fun can be our fun too.
Their disdain for the elevation of their own intellectual heights and the obligatory mindfuck thus implied, resisting the symphonic rush and meticulous beat mode, KoweSix and tobitob prefer to juggle with apparent trifles such as an in-yer-face bass drum. Chack-Boom-Chack-Boom. Let's face it, at the end of the day, when night casts its shadow over the battlefields of pleasure, intelligent theories and descriptive talons are no more than propagandist lies begging to be smashed by deliberate polarisation and proletarisation.
Moonbootica allow themselves the freedom to do just whatever they want to do. Without bothering to ask for permission. As they ascend their own personal escalator to the stars, they are, simultaneously, their own protectors of their powers. As you like it. Or to be more exact, as they like it. Far removed from the servitude of cavernous discotheques for the hoi polloi, they remain progressive to the mark. Ye beg to differ? Well take a closer look at the past six years of their development and you will recognise the intensity of their hunger, the undying urge to burst open the gates to euphoria.
Whether as DJs or musicians, Moonbootica's basic principle is to get the most out of ultimate simplicity. This can be seen less in their choice of blunt weapons as in the clarity - you might say crystal - of their method. The crowd gets it instinctively. Doesn't matter where they are or from whence they came, it works in Russian mafia clubs, it works in overpoweringly aromatic Mediterranean gin palaces.
Their stylistic playfulness can be attributed to the duo's biologically determined fatalism: 'When you're 6 foot six, you just can't fit into any pigeon holes.' Ah, what cultured self-mockery. And a nice little aside to the projected delusions of grandeur one may be confronted with when meeting the charm-schoolers for the first time. For anyone who still fails to see that Moonbootica are more than the sum of their provocations, a double dose of the mix album 'DJ Sounds Good' ('04) and the eponymous studio album 'Moonbootica' ('05) should do the trick. Putting the fun into funambulists.
http://www.myspace.com/moonbootique
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