Superbad at the Paradise. We've got the rootinist tootinist Friday night sweaty Soul & Funk jam in the land. You might ask, rootinist tootinist? You know we got soul.
To kick start the night, hailing from Brixton, we've got the fiery feline behind the decks, Fab Fatale. Spinning that Motown-Staxx-Limited-Edition-Dusty 45 sound, from doo-wop to soul stompers she's got it locked.
Next up, hailing from Norf London, the smooth Cypriot soulman Demetrios Boogie gets the floor full up with everything from 70's pimp funk to 80's boogie to old school Hip Hop. All the single ladies ante up.
Last up, we've got the man who rides bulls to relax, has surgery for fun and thinks growing facial hair is a sport, Jim Sharp. With dexterity like a ninja on steroids, Jim cuts and blends through all the classics that you forgot were classics and gets you grinding like Seth at a house party with a stain on his leg.
Superbad: Not bad meaning bad but bad meaning good.