These crazy amigo's. One tequila too many and anything happens.
Take Fussible and Bostich for example: stuck in northern Mexico's Tijuana between Western electronics and native sounds, they decided to bridge the gap. The result is 'nortec' and it's come for Shoreditch.
In the first of a monthly residency at the warm brick arches of La Leche@Cargo, the nortec boys are getting busy live. It's a joint affair and, despite the deep house feel of some of their 12"s, we're in techno territory.
For one, the show's two blokes twiddling knobs with the visual impact of cold porridge. For another, as tuff beats pound the room, it's obvious this is no jazzy journey.
But with the cavernous ceiling bathed in lights, dancers lean back and just feel the music. And unlike most sub-Mills-clones, there's something special in nortec's details.
To fuse the past - Tijuana's 'norteno' folk sounds - with the future, Fussible and Bostich aka Pepe and Ramon searched out local street musicans.
Sounds from local norteno musicians, playing in restaurants
or in the famous Revolution St [where Santana made his name fusing salsa with rock], were captured.
"These sounds are hard and distorted" explains Pepe before the gig. "The norteno players beats are often off tempo - the players sometimes have no timing. But they sound great. What we both do is different but at the same time, the we share a specific sound - a timbre."
They take the results of these excursions - raw, real and often off kilter - Fussible and Bostich mould for the dancefloor.
It's those norteno sounds that really make this set. When congas, tubas and latin licks seep out of the technology, people respond. With the rigid techno-by-numbers mould broken, interesting sounds and rhythms emerge.
The crowd, a little thin on the ground it has to be said, are feeling it and flailing about accordingly.
All of which is a tribute to the venue Cargo. Of late there's been a rash of venues opened in east London. Few of whom can boast such a feel good factor.
Maybe it's the brick arches, buried, as they are, under a disused railway? Maybe it's the restaurant and cheap prices? Perhaps there's an emerging sense of community?
Who can say - but it's present. And good vibes are like gold dust: just ask any cattle shed superclub. Pass the tequila.
