Men walk around with baskets on their chests like beer vendors at baseball games, selling Pringles, candy, juice boxes and sandwich bags of peanuts. They keep doing their little warm-up gyrations and sip off their drinks, but otherwise pretend he isn’t there. He zooms in on their pumped up cleavage, or on their crotches, or on their strappy high heels that show off their legs. The man roaming with the video camera has his mounted mini spotlight on, beaming a live feed of images of the girls at the party in lycra, in leopard print, in big earrings onto a screen on one side of the dance. The strings of Guinness party flags are stretched overhead.
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The selectors are in full gear, yelling over a dancehall song here and there, but mostly over deadstock, gone-but-not-forgotten hip-hop and R&B party jams like Mario’s “Just a Friend.” The beer flows from two bars set up on foldout tables. It’s somewhere around 1:30AM when we arrive at the weekly dance in Kingston known as Hot Mondays. With hundreds of stitches in his hands, a glock in his waist and the dancehall’s first truly psychedelic voice, Mavado is taking gun talk to outer space.
To whet your appetite, read Will Welch’s feature on Mavado from the aforementioned issue after the jump.
Get your RSVP game up (over 21, of course) and maybe we’ll see you there. This coming Tuesday at Glasslands in Brooklyn, we’ll be throwing an issue release party for FADER 42, featuring performances by cover stars Vietnam and Mavado.
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