Last night, while hanging out at Spy Club's opening party, I confessed to Dia and Tim why I no longer frequent indie clubs as I once did. I get ill at the thought of spending another night listening to some banal Top 40 track wedged up against a Smiths song as if it is supposed to make sense. Just because 2 Many DJs mashed together the obscure and mainstream does not mean that everyone should, it just means that 2 Many DJs found a way to bridge genres in a cohesive fashion. But just as Nirvana gave way to a sea of crap 1990s indie rock, so did 2 Many DJs give way to the faux eclecticism of the indie clubs of today.
Spy Club seems to be the antithesis of hip parties where the music is just background for skinny-tie knotting make-out sessions. The party, which is promoted by Piper and Shalyce of Bang and Cafe Bleu (full disclosure: I used to DJ for them) takes place at Boardners every Thursday with two rooms mixing the old and new of (primarily) British pop. Tim and I mostly hung out in the front room, where Chris B. and Dia played excellent sets before and after a live performance from Nude, who I think might be Placebo Jr. The DJs dug deep for some choice selections that one doesn't necessarily hear at the indie clubs anymore. Chris played a Style Council song that encouraged me to run home and listen to the copy of Internationalists that I haven't heard in years and Dia played Ned's Atomic Dustbin's moshpiece, "Kill Your Television." It had been ages since I have relished in the joy of hearing a song at a club. That said, I hope to make it down to the club next week. Perhaps we can all dance nerd-soul style to the Beautiful South.