There was something about the name, I think, that drew me to Filth. That and the promise of something new. With the Sydney dance scene being dominated by the same regimented style of party breaks and an overload of cocktail-sipping-house-music – all I can say is, all that sugar can start to make the stomach turn.
Filth hijacked the top two floors of the World Bar in Kings Cross and turned it into what resembled a movie style house party. With a sexy set (I felt pretty in pink) and the groovy outdoor terrace area, it was hard not think you had crashed someone’s place.
Early in the night the music was buzzing and getting the small crowd that had gathered to catch the up and comings quite excited.Gil Reemo wound the crowd up with dirty electro and the nastiest of tech house. Reemo continually left the punters wincing and waiting for the pressure to drop and the beat to kick back in.
The bordello continued to rock through the night, the top floor as close to the heavens as it could be. The ladies were left squealing and screaming for more, as the Sweetchilli favourite Crispin spun out rocking track after rocking track. He threw around classic house favorites, dragging them through the dirt, beating them up and throwing them at the open and accepting crowd. He left the saddle right and ready for Gary & Lummy of Monkey Tennis, to jump on up and buck away!
Downstairs in the Red Room, the intimate seating played host to perhaps some of the best MCing courtesy of Artic and Harlequin. Killer rhymes spewed out over the thickest basslines provided by the likes of DJ Topps and Farj & Paul Fraser. The crowed was wowed and the lacy girls and tight shirted boys forgot how to do anything but dance. It’s not often the punters can get so close to the artists, but at Filth everyone was on the same level.
By the end of the night the small rooms were taken over by masses of dancing, smiling people, the rooms packed so tightly that there was no chance even Moses could part the sea of bodies.
Whether it was the intimate setting, the crushing tunes, the mix of people or the fact that finally there is a night in Sydney that breaks away from the constant generic music thrown at us, the crew at Filth put on a fantastic night.
