Entwined | Terry Gotham

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One of the things that I never see enough of these days are tag-team sets. Lots of people do ridiculous sets, ostentatious work on the decks that gets the attention of the crowd, others do fun technical stuff like scratching, using 12 cdjs/turntables at the same time, and still more just press play and don’t do a damn thing. My favorite is when two people, friends or rivals, play back-to-back or tag-team. Two DJs doing some amazing work, watching each other’s backs and surprising each other with awesome tunes, sick transitions and surprises that you only get with two cooks in the kitchen. It seems the party Gods have heard my prayers, because next Friday, Entwined & Blackbird is coming together to throw one of the more creative events I’ve heard of in some time.

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I’m not really sure how it happened, but there I was. At the pulpit, a sermon of bass and beats was being extolled through massive speakers, the floor was populated (not packed or empty) with fabulously costumed, friendly people, blinky shiny lights & lasers everywhere, and the deco was reminiscent of Sensation, except…I spent significantly less to get in the door. The new hotness in Gotham Burner camps, Digital Native & Entwined were making a very big splash with this End of the World party, as I expected when I called it the party of the month here. After watching DK make some magic in the basement, I’d wandered up to the main floor where I was stunned by the perfection of it all.

The space, an abandoned church on Bushwick in Brooklyn was both decorated beautifully & functionally. Multiple bars, a smoking space outside (with the amenities you’d expect from a $40+ entry fee’d club), good flow/people traffic and stupidly good music. I mean, I usually find myself in a space that has competent DJs but this was a night where, start to finish, there was quality dance music where it needed to be. The door, watched over eternally by the Immortal Elven Guardian himself, Guncle, led through the coat check to the first bar & dance floor, where the fantasy of doing naughty things in a church basement could be lived out to your heart’s content. Up from the basement, into the main area, with flowered plants made of light paper & gumption peppering the front of the space, there was a certain something to dancing where pews used to be, under the watchful eyes of the paintings on the ceiling.