As more and more venues succumb to the gentrification of our cities, finding quality House music is becoming rather challenging. Those venues that have not been converted into apartments or supermarkets are drawn to the lure of populist culture, which promises to pack punters in with little or no effort or substance. For most of 2016, I have been travelling South America visiting venues recommended by the locals, in the hopes of finding remarkable unknown DJ’s, playing non-commercial Deep House music, to people who still celebrate underground culture. Fuck Tomorrowland, Ultra, Global Gathering, Space, Ministry of Sound, Electric Daisy Carnival and Outlook. I would rather spend the night at D. Edge in São Paulo, or Mamba in Santiago, where it’s all about the music, and not the celebrity DJ’s special effects and extortionate prices.
To quote Chuck Roberts, “House is a feeling which all can understand when deep into the vibe of house.” I would argue that feeling is diluted in a super clubs and huge festival. Deep House is best enjoyed in dark dingy and dirty venues with low ceilings, just a few red spots, crystal clear sound system and nice and decent party people who simply want to get their groove on.