Super Ego

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Hoof it

Feet (and pigs) are flyin' -- Vibesquad, Maluca and Isa GT, Dirtybird Pajama Jam, and more parties
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SUPER EGO Hey, Shakes, have you puffy-penned and bedazzled your hamdemic flu mask yet? Mine's totally going for that retro postapocalyptic electro look (so future yesterday!) and says "oink pAArty." I made it by running a pair of florescent New Balances and last-season Bottega Veneta remnants through my vintage Ronco Dial-O-Matic. Then I simply collaged. When the World Health Organization says "panic," I think "personalized nightlife accessory opportunity." Are they still serving bourbon bacontinis at Pop's Bar on 24th Street? Read more »

Wiggletronics

Buraka Som Sistema work the Angola via Portugal -- and around the world

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Bounce to this

Bass invaders! Woofer darlings Ghislain Poirier, Flying Lotus, Kode9, and the Bug rumble through the Bay
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SUPER EGO Hold my hair, Bethany — things are gonna get wicked. The Bay's set to undergo a massive new-bass invasion on Saturday, April 11, and I'm kind of freaking out about it, kind of having outfit trauma, and kind of fiending for a diet coconut juice. Is that postcolonialist?

Perhaps more pressingly: are the low-frequency freakinetics of abstract dubstep, turbo crunk, and future bass vanishing into the headphone red zones of download fanboys and nightlife intellectuals? Read more »

Boobs!

DJ Daddy Huf 'n Pufz is in the nightlife hizz-ouse!!! With Snoop Dogg, Christian Audigier, Samantha Ronson, and Timmy "Turbo Iroq" Nguyen
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ALTER EGO Yo, yo, yo waaasssuuuppp in the Sheez Franheezy! It's me, DJ Daddy Huf 'n Pufz, takin' over this Super Ego shit and giving you da club reals for reals! That sorry skinny faggot Marke B. had to go get his kneepads repadded or some shit — don't drop the soap on the 22, y'all — so I'm stepping in with the 411 in the 415 after dark. But first I gotta open a big ol' can of NO HOMO on this column, yo. You feel me, man? Fuck all that gay-ass gay and art school dropout shit B.'s always squealing like a little pink piggy about. Read more »

Fluffy bunners

The velvet mafia's gonna kill me: GayVNs, Devotion, Look Out Weekend, and more nightlife
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Look about you, horny toad. Read more »

Say you, say me

Lionel Richie, crocodreadles, and fab drag in Southeast Asia. Plus: Kotchy, Clive Henry, Davies After Dark, and more nightlife
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SUPER EGO Adult contemporary is alive and well and thriving in Southeast Asia. I just touched down from a refreshing jaunt to that worldly hot spot: Cambodia a capitalist riot of beauty and pollution, untamed Laos a communist stoner's wet dream. Read more »

Low camp

Bass Camp drops the future boom on SF. Plus: Kafana Balkan, DJ Craze, Aly and Fila, and more
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SUPER EGO Is there any phrase lamer than "the future of dance music"? Every time I hear it, I flash unflatteringly back to the tagline for some horrid 2k5 Dutch hardcore trance Internet station: "The future of dance music ... pzew! pzew! ... is now — on Osterpoopen Trance-Radiogeschmacken Internet Stream-Schmeirtz!" Apologies, poi-twirling Netherlanders, but I do.

Future bass, a.k.a. lazer bass, a.k.a. Read more »

Punch drunkle

Not the face! Amon Tobin, Anna Conda, HOTTUB .... Nine nightlife lip-smackers for the next two weeks
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SUPER EGO Hola, age of change. My 2K9 nightlife motto: less musing, more cruising — just watch out for the bruising, child. A few blurry dawns ago, out of nowhere, I got bopped full-on in the kisser by some drunk fool outside the club. Tragedy struck.

Luckily, my impeccable cheekbones are fashioned from silky Teflon and my major Ukrainian modeling contract survived intact. Read more »

Fair game

Heads up! It's a new year in nightlife, and everything's on the table
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SUPER EGO Oodles of great blasts polished off 2008 — surely more heavenly reassurance that getting fucked up and fabulous is recession-proof, even if your outfit's from Discount Fabrics and your liquor is too. But my favorite New Year's Eve party wasn't one that "everybody went to," or even one I went to all at once.

Hunky Beau and I had just scrammed from our midnight toasts at an as-yet-unnamed new bar on Market Street when the jagged chimes of an amped-up Guitar Hero rang out in the busy darkness. Read more »

Superblastered

Blasthaus hits lucky 13 with Matthew Dear, Dubclash Volume II steps out, Diamond Daggers hoe down
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SUPER EGO Blue! Red! Yellow! Green! Indigo Girls! (Ew.) This column is on a serious '90s flashback trip lately — as is the city's nightlife: witness delightfully grungeful monthly Debaser's climb to the top of the club charts (www.myspace.com/debaser90s) — dipping its toes into the perilous VH-1 waves of Clintonia. But hardly that icky! Read more »