Words || Jack Cameron Stanton
Energy levels were already high, with Picnic celebrating a resplendent eight years of house and techno in Sydney. And although times are tight, with the suffocating lockout restrictions in place across the district, Picnic once again delivered with a boss line-up, including local djs Adi Toohey and Ben Fester supporting the big man himself: Soichi Terada.
The show took place in Jam Gallery, Bondi, which is a remarkably cosy space. Considering it was a sold out show, the dance floor was pretty tight. And due to some sort of licensing issues, or whatever it was, Soichi only played for an hour. But aside from that the place resounded with positive vibe, a fuckboy free zone.
The Japanese master played some splendid tunes. He was forever smiling behind the decks and was accompanied by two graceful Geishas, clad in Kimono, red lipstick, and white facemask. At one point during the show, while Soichi was dancing along to his music, he whipped out delicate red chatterboxes then proceeded to hand them out to the eager crowd members.
Generally Soichi kept to a Japanese influenced, melodic house, occasionally dropping into a more hypnotic, driving tech house groove. But it was definitely an evening of smiles.
As a producer, Soichi’s greatest and most recognised accomplishment is arguably the original soundtrack for the Playstation game ‘Ape Escape’.
At the ripe age of 50, Soichi is enjoying an advent away from his ‘Ape Escape’ repute, with a handful of impressive house productions to his name, including all the excellent house pouring out of his electronic music label, Far East Recording. His track ‘Got to Be Real’ will have you soaring into effervescent, puffy clouds.
And yet, at the end of the show, at a disappointingly early 3am, revellers and Soichi alike turned to – who I only assume were – the managers of Jam Gallery. We all hoped for a cheeky extension of his set. Alas, our fate was sealed: it wasn’t meant to be, the music was turned off.
But Soichi, my brother, don’t be too deterred by an unfair early Sydney night. It has nothing to do with the music people, and everything to do with bullshit post-tragic scapegoat politics.
Until next time, Soichi. We’re ready for you.