Friday, December 8th • Bar opens 8PM, Green Room 9PM, Club 10PM.
Roman Flügel is one of the most respected names to come out of Germany, a veritable chameleon whose broad palette of colors & sounds make him impossible to pigeonhole. His Playhouse imprint has become nothing short of iconic, sporting releases from names like Ricardo Villalobos, LoSoul, and Isolée. As a DJ, he applies that same free-flowing creativity and deep understanding of music he does when in the studio, landing him regular gigs at clubs like Berghain, Amnesia, Fabric, and Robert Johnson. The Frankfurt export joins us for the very first time Friday, December 8th.
Advance Tix: bit.ly/flugeldc
Roman Flügel ( Playhouse, Clone | Frankfurt )
Solmon Sanchez ( Flash | DC )
Seb Wildblood ( Church, Coastal Haze | UK )
Martín Miguel ( Better Listen Records | DC )
Flash Bar: Body Werk
Andy Grant ( DC House Grooves | DC )
Katrina Mir ( Body Werk | DC )
It all started with one of these Chicago Trax compilations on DM/Streetsounds. As a reaction to his thirsting for more of these crazed beats from overseas and with a view to his tight budget, the greatest hits of these expensive, imported 12” singles were soon released in the form of a compendium.
This opened Pandora’s box, for very young Roman Flügel, too. Innocently given to him by his elder brother as a present (“He probably had no idea what he was about to unleash and just wanted to give me some new music”), the dazzle of the unrefined and feverish dance music, furnished with just a few drum machines and inexpensive synthesizers, turned the whole world upside down for the cultivated music pupil from Darmstadt.
Roman also champions the cause of this in his job as an entertainer. Tried and tested by the stadium and pop hit “Rocker”, Flügel and Wuttke can be proud of being able to set any auditorium in the world on fire with their live set. DJ Roman Flügel can say the same of himself. Be it his sets at Offenbach’s Robert-Johnson, Amnesia on Ibiza or Berlin’s Tollhaus Berghain/Panorama Bar: instead of disappearing in trivial and meaningless elevator clicks, he prefers to make his way through 20 years of “rave”. Contemporary music that includes bleeping house or quirky techno meets futuristic Italo-disco and electronica devoid of all provenance.There was a time when you’d call that kind of sound acid house, released cheaper by the dozen on compilations. It all turns full circle again.