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SUPER EGO "You've gotta have the graphics," 26-year-old party promoter extraordinaire, Floridian transplant, smart-talkin' electro DJ, and graphically explicit designer Sleazemore (www.myspace.com/sleazemore ) recently whispered into my tender, somewhat incredulous ear. "The scene's gotten to a point where it's not only about who you bring in, what you wear, and who's there to document your clubs it's also about the look you project in your promotions. Everything ties into style."
I just knew graphic designers would someday rule the world. Too bad I'd never risk smudging my minty-fresh nail art on an Axiotron Modbook.
Still, I can't deny Mr. S's drag-and-drop skills when it comes to flyers: he's got the Stanley Mouse-meets-bored-goth-girl's-notebook thing down, though he often jumps visual genres, and his musical taste is top-notch: Lazaro Casanova's bowel-shaking banger "Venganza," Nacho Lovers' mix of Style of Eye's minimal-bleepy, Dirty Birdish "The Big Kazoo," and classic Brit lush-raver duo Underworld's "Ring Road (Fake Blood remix)" are Sleazemore platters du jour.
Plus, he seems to be everywhere at the moment: when not inflaming the woofers of gritty ground zero Club 222's bimonthly Lights Down Low (www.myspace.com/lightsdownlow ) or lending a hand to occasionals like the Are Friends Electric? parties, he's popping the spots for his mostly free and carefree weekly Infatuation shindig with his partner in grime Rchrd Oh?! of whom you'll hear a lot more from me later at the incongruously fancy-shmancy Vessel. "I'm slowly convincing our electro crowd that it's OK to be there, to mix with the fruity cocktail people," Big Sleazy said with a laugh.
Sleazemore acknowledges, too, that right now electro's undergoing the same micro-niching that techno, house, and hip-hop did more than a decade ago. "Everybody's making music right now. It's great and almost too much, and not all of it's good." That's an opinion oodles of other electro DJs I've spoken with hold. "Everyone wants to hype their sound as unique, which is cool if they can back it up," he added. "In fact, lately I've been getting into the Crookers, Boy 8-BIT, Drop the Lime, and Fake Blood sound fidget house, kind of like the speed garage thing revisited."
Envision a chipmunk on steroids riding a ravey beat so skittish it can often cross over into traditional Latin American dance styles ay, like the Crookers' kick-ass crunk-samba remix  of Bonde do Role's "Marina Gasolina" and that's fidget house. Yes, I'm a trend whore. Italian duo Crookers themselves  will steal fidgety thunder June 24 at Infatuation after DJ Assault assaults the crowd's ass cracks June 18 and latest scene sweethearts Shit Disco fuzz up Vessel's needles June 11. But is it art? Who cares, it's infatuating.
Crooker, "Wassup" (Video by Pommes)
Wednesdays, 10 p.m.2 a.m., free (Crookers, $10 -- advance tix $5 at www.blasthaus.com )
85 Campton, SF
(415) 433-8585, www.vesselsf.com