Borgore Brings It To Tallahassee


BorgoreAt this point in my life, I’ve participated in an almost overwhelming amount of dance floors and watched a fair space-ship load of DJs rock the party. That being said, I’ve come to expect the usual sights and sounds; furry boots and backpacks, gum-covered lips and blank expressions of wonder, couples literally fucking against walls and in booths. But Wednesday night, I saw something new – a mosh pit.

I got to the club quite early. The show was happening at usual Tally stomping grounds the Engine Room, off Gaines Street, where bi-weekly powerhouse Menace Beach is hosted on Fridays. Resident DJs Team Jaguar and Ben Danner were opening for Dubstep guru Borgore, the brutal beat producer from Tel Aviv, whose influences seem to span everything bassy from hip-hop to nu metal to death metal.

The Engine Room filled up by about 11:30 p.m. and the place was alive with hippies, hipsters, bros and hos. Borgore was late to hit the stage, going on at about 1 a.m. instead of his scheduled midnight, something about having too good a time in the back, but as soon as he appeared in his big sports jacket and tilted baseball cap, the crowd proved quite ravenous for him to take over.

He grabbed the mic and addressed them, his screaming fans, it seems Dubstep is still what the kids want to hear most. He started off with a big bass boomer, sounding right bloody heavy coming from the Room’s epic array of subs. The crowd, never forgetting who they are, started wailing the Florida State fight-song on top of Flux Pavilion’s Got 2 Know.

Borgore is an energetic and enigmatic DJ to watch on stage. He leaps up and down behind the decks, ghetto-leaning up and down the stage, nodding furiously to beats and jabbing at the air to the bleep bloops. He’s comfortable on the mic and likes to talk to his audience.

[box] “We’re gonna play a little game I just made up,” he said to them. “It’s called strip Borgore. If I play something you ladies like, you take something off. If I play something you don’t like, I’ll take something off.”[/box]

He played a lot of his original tracks, like Love, Nympho, Act like A Ho and Ice Cream, rapping live over each track and taking time to listen to the crowd scream the words, all of them. I was surprised at the amount of love Borgore has in Tally. These kids were obviously waiting for this all week. They were going all out. It wasn’t too long before the mosh pit formed, boys flailing and tossing each other around, while in the back some hippies defiantly maneuvered a giant rainbow parachute between attempts by the promoter to stop them.

But all this wasn’t enough for Borgore.

“You’re the capitol of Florida, right?” he asked. “Well from the capitol I expect more. I haven’t seen one titty yet.”

I spent a good part of the show sitting by a couple who really should have just left if they were going to behave like that the whole time, but I guess it’s whatever gets you off. I looked to the stage and Borgore played a nasty remix of Womanizer by Britney Spears, of all things.

A man with no shirt climbed on top of his friends shoulders and put his arms in the air, facing the crowd. Hippies armed with lazer pointers shot intense beams of green at his chest and drew chaotic patterns all over his sweat. Borgore started playing his remix of Passion Pit’s Sleepyhead, but these animals wouldn’t go to bed until much past three in the morning.

Near the end of his show, Borgore let his metal roots show, mixing into unaltered versions of System of  a Down’s Chop Suey and some totally brutal mess shit full of screeching and groaning that I don’t know the name of. All while blending between the most assaultive collection of Dubstep a person should be legally allowed to carry onto a plane. Borgore pantomimed the screaming vocals and made me wonder if he ever killed anyone while on that mandated, Isreali tour of duty.

He played far past the city-wide shut-down hour of 2 a.m. until the club owner reminded him it’s time to go. But the crowd, slowly dwindling as it was, was still hungry for more.

[box] “I fuckin love Florida, I’ve got to be honest,” he said smiling at the crowd in front of him. He played a few more tunes, a new track for the kids, then demanded someone take over his position or he’d play Justin Bieber, then retracted saying “I don’t really have any Justin Bieber, don’t worry.”[/box]

DJ Mannes of Team Jaguar hooked it up so the man coul step down and greet his adoring fans, and played until about 3 a.m. when there were about 12 people left and while they still wanted more, it wass time to getthefuckout, and I needed chicken nuggets in my life, stat.

All in all, it was a sweet night and Borgore crushed it for the happy, though maybe angry on the inside, kiddies. It was time to settle down and discuss real issues with the girls in the back, like, if they can make stickies that hold up your boobies like a bra, but with no strap, why can’t they find a cure for cancer? The world may never know, but at least it can sleep soundly knowing there’s no shortage of ear-busting bass lines, as long as Borgore’s in town.

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