Converse Gigs @ 100 Club collaborates with leading independent record label, Young Turks.
It might have been a Monday night but that didn’t stop Young Turks lovers coming out in droves and queueing down Oxford Street for what had quickly become the hottest ticket in town. As Converse Gigs @ 100 Club’s monthly series collaborated with leading independent record label, Young Turks, to bring a stellar line up to our favourite venue, the club heaved and boasted a crowd of fanatic music loving fans and friends (we spotted the XX, Tom Vek, Ghostpoet and Martina Topley -Bird) of those on the bill.
Opening the night, THESHINING set the tone with a brilliant selection of cuts, creating an atmosphere of anticipation for the first live performance from 24 year old London based producer and songwriter, Kwes who has worked with the likes of Golden Silver and The Invisible and Damon Albarn. Then came another striking DJ set from Bullion who book ended the performance from UK based singer, Sampha, best known for his collaborative efforts with SBTRKT. Taking place at the piano, he brought a sense of calm to the evenings proceedings with his soulful wonderings before we were thrown back in to fifth gear by the nights, headliner, the Brooklynite boy girl duo, Chairlift.
With their unique celestial-pop, wall of sound, Chairlift bounced and resonated within the infamous four walls ,wowing the crowd with their radiating enthusiasm and sheer musical talent as they ran through new and classic tracks from their critically acclaimed debut album ‘Does You Inspire You’. If there were any audience members who didn’t have Chairlifts albums in their library before last night, there is no doubt they will be proudly in place this morning, freshly downloaded and ready for rotation. It was a performance that totally lifted the room and took the crowd who had been sufficiently warmed up by their label mate support acts, to the next level.
With that next level reached, the time was ripe for the evening’s finale, electronic musics current darling: John Talabot. Hitting the right note, or be that, song, every time with his choice selection of tracks, it became hard to imagine that this was a Monday night in London and not some underground speakeasy in the quarters of Berlin;Talabot had everyones hands in the air, reaching for the spinning disco ball lights, as the crowds crowded to dance at his CDJ altar. As the cinderella curfew appeared, the night pushed on, seemingly incapable of stopping until the lights went up.
Young Turks, we salute you.