Issue #15/96, August 3 - 17, 2000  

Who is DJ Sasha? You may ask. Well, my friend, maybe it’s time you pulled your head out of the classic rock hole in the ground, and time to get “with it”. Cuz nowadays, it’s all techno and DJs. That’s right, you heard it here first at the eXile, your newspaper with its finger on the pulse of a krusty korpse. When it comes to Generation Y’s brilliant answer to 70s disco muzak, then let’s face it, DJ Sasha is the Leo Sayer of our times. Despite the very Russian-sounding name, DJ Sasha is actually—get this—a British DJ. That’s right, British. English, we might add. And you know what that means? It means his record collection is so cool that you will actually have to face potential humiliation at the strogiy feis kontrol just to be able to hear it. Boy, are we lucky to be living through these cutting edge times or what?! He plays what is known as “progressive house”, though not just any house, but Ibiza house. He’s a Titan of Ibiza house music, along with Carl Cox (huh-huh, he said “cocks”), Danny Rampling, Roger Sanchez, and those folks. Come here, and you’ll be spending a night as if you’re in the elite of the EU’s Eurotrash, and without having to apply for a visa at the Spanish Embassy! That’s right, just apply for a visa at the Club XIII feis kontrol, and, if you’re beautiful and well-dressed enough... you’ll be able to listen to his bleeps ‘n blips! Ura! Tix: Your pride

Shaft. Saturday, August 5th. Mirazh. 00.00

Hey Mambo! Mambo Italiano! That’s right, Moscow’s top dance hitsters are mamboing from England (yep!) to Moscow, where they’re soup-R famous, and boy is this town a-rumblin and a-roarin with approval. Not since Uriah Heep came to town has Russia held its baited breath so. Their schtick is to remix and re-do famous tunes in their own special, disco-friendly style. It’s the times, folks, so let’s get with it. Shit or get off the pot. Hop aboard or be left behind. One thing’s for sure: invite a dyev to this concert, and she’ll be scrubbin your helmet for months. Or just show up, do the ol’ eXile thing of making a few fake business cards claiming you’re the video producer for Shaft, clip a ponytail onto your hair, and you’ll be able to score left and right in your “casting call” debauch. Hey, is Moscow nutz or what?! Tix: you’ll get shafted here

Vladimir Vesolkin. Wednesday, August 9th. 23.00

Vesolkin used to be the main dancer-guy and backup singer for Auktsyon, but more than that, he’s known as the first guy who ever stripped live on Russian television. He’s been called “The Pidar from Peter”, hailing as he does from St. Petersburg, where he developed his shtick singing Marlene Dietrich cover tunes. Now that’s a new one! A scandalous fag singing Marlene Dietrich. Who’da ever thoughtta that one?! Anyway, on this night, if you’re one of those “types” or even if you’re not, (that is, if you’re culturally sensitive and consider this recommendation to be frat-boyish), then you’ll probably want to come check it out. Come. Uh-huhhuh. Tix: probably 80R.

Tanok Na Maidone Kongo. Tuesday, August 8th. Kitaisky Lyotchik. 23.00

This Ukrainian hip-hop/funk combo hails from Editchka Limonov’s own Kharkov, so that’s reason enough to listen to them sing. They’re an 8-man power combo, popular with the underground kids and the khokhliye, said to be somewhere in the Red Hot’s territory, as well as in the hip-hop turf. Sure, they’re white guys, but they probably have a lot of tattoos, backwards baseball caps, ski caps, long shorts, the whole nine meters. This should be a fun-sweat-soaked show at one of Moscow’s coolest venues, Lyotchik. See ya there! Tix: 100R

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