Nightlife photographer Nikola Tamindzic and correspondent Phil Oh met the kids of today last night at Hiro at the Maritime Hotel. You know what happened? They had a good time. And so did everyone's fave ANTM crazy cat Shandi. Maybe irony is dead! Our gallery here; Nikola's here.
By now, unless you haven't been to any party with a set of speakers, or at least read Tricia Romano's writeup in the Village Voice and Limewire'd it, you've heard (and loved) Justice & Simian's "We Are Your Friends", the song that put Justice and their Ed Banger Records bros on the map. With the infectious, slightly-emo, and inspirational (especially when rolling) chant of "Because We! Are! Your Friends! You'll! Never Be Alone Again!", it's been one of the instant dance-floor fillers of 2007, 2006, 2005, and uh, 2004 and parts of 2003 too.
But beyond that single, the Ed Banger dudes are also currently among the most in-demand DJs, doing dance floors from Berlin to Brooklyn—where Justice's recent set at Studio B turned into a full-on rave-til-dawn.
Last night's GBH party at Hiro Ballroom in the Maritime Hotel featured a major chunk of the Ed Banger's lineup—Justice, DJ Mehdi, Busy P, and SebastiAn, and the venue was packed by 10, a rarity in clubland New York. I thought maybe it was for the Jack Daniels and Coke Zero open bar—you know it actually does taste like real Coke—but anyway, everyone came to see a special early performance by electro-duo The Presets, who killed it, by the way.
DJ Mehdi opened, and the stage was immediately bum-rushed by fist-pumping fans, perhaps causing flashbacks to the infamous MTV Europe Music Awards incident, where Kanye West, upset over losing the Best Music Video award to a pair of white boys, stormed the stage touting the qualities of his million dollar video: "It's got Pam Anderson and jumping across canyons!"
The dance floor was heaving, by New York standards, by the time Justice took control of the decks, and put on The Song. It's sort of odd to have a group play a record of their own hit song for a crowd, but whatever, the crowd went nuts, even when it got mixed out into Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al."
People danced, got crazy, waved their hands in the air, kinda like as if they didn't care. No thanks to the $10 two-count of Stoli Vodka. Whose dick do we have to suck for a drink ticket around the Maritime? Anyway, nothing scandalous, I wish I could say I saw Steve Aoki rimming a busboy, but no such luck. So, whatever, we had fun! How unusual is that? Very.