SUPER EGO My ever-ahead Hunky Beau just introduced me to Na Nach techno — and I've been kinda freaking out about it, like I would about 3-D animated GIF nail polish, that you could upload Hipstamatic photo booth pics of you and your friends to, reenacting tacky 1980s movie dance montages, but happening on your nails, in 3-D, if it even existed, which it doesn't, so why don't you just get off your boring global warming-proving ass and do something fabulous about that, Mr. Scientist. I already know the weather's weird. I want Footloose on my fingernails!
Na Nach is the name of a newish Hasidic Jewish subsect of followers of Rebbe Nachman of Breslov, the kabbalist mystic who lived 200 years ago. But unlike the larger Breslovian following, it has mobile rave units. Driving around Israel in white vans graffitied with giant Hebrew letters, the Na Nach stop at intersections and come tumbling out, blasting homemade electro trance, chanting "Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me'uman" (the Rebbe's name spelled out), and dancing ecstatically in outfits that are part typical Orthodox dude and part Ali G. It's basically a glorious logical conclusion to the whole "trance music as religious experience" thing. Of course the Sufis already got there centuries ago but, one suspects, without the aid of JBL 18-inch portable subwoofers and a pirated copy of Ableton Live.
The happy, energetic music and mood are actually pretty infectious. And the Na Nach, some of them former ravers and gangsters, have become so ubiquitous that hilarious parodies have started springing up — including one by the great gay Tel Aviv party Arisa (whose video flyers rule the homo Web right now.) Have a Na Nach look and listen at www.sfbg.com/nanach.
DJ David Harness's lovely, deep-yet-breezy party anchored San Francisco's soulful house scene throughout the early 2000s, one of those joints where you could use the words "vibe" and "spiritual" and not feel like you were tossing up disco clichés. Yes, there were candles and, er, incense involved, and quite a few flowers tucked behind perked-up ears — hands snaking luxuriously up into the air as well. Now the party returns, finding a new biweekly Oakland evening home at the spacious Bench and Bar. Organic sounds, no labels.
Thurs/7, 6 p.m.–midnight, free. Bench and Bar, 510 17th St., Oakl. www.bench-and-bar.com
TIPPER SOUND EXPERIENCE
Cosmic, Burner-like blasts of time-warped bass and cheeky step from multimedia mindblower Tipper, the modest Brit who takes his audio technology fetish to another level. Gotta love it when he drops the lingo: "Featuring a five-way crossover sound system in a Quadraphonic Array with specialized subwoofers dedicated to 45 hertz and below ... " With a six-screen projection rig thrown in, you'll basically be entering the electronic space-pod of your ear dreams. It's an experience.
Fri/8, 8 p.m., $22.50. Regency Ballroom, 1290 Sutter, SF. www.theregencyballroom.com
The bloke from Bournemouth who was crucial in spreading the acid house gospel in the '80s — and brought rave to Asia, with his storied seven-year stint in Hong Kong — has become a reliably sunny, techno-twisty force on Top 100 DJs lists and better global dance floors. Good, solid fun is had whenever he gets to town (and sometimes I just randomly prance around and drop to his xylo-yummy 2010 track "Wongel" in my head) so go already. Nikola Baytala, Rooz, and other locals work the build-up.
Fri/8, 10 p.m.–late, $15. Mighty, 119 Utah, SF. www.mighty119.com