Ghetto-Tech - Ethan

t CALLING OUT AROUNDTHE WORLD. ARE YOU READY FOR A BRAND-NM BEAT? IN DETROIITHE GIRLS WITHTHE BUMPS ANDTHE PUMPS SHAKETHEIR RUMPSTOTHE SOUND OF GHETTO-TECH. CAN YOU FEEL IT? BY ETHAI{ BR('YyN he Bras l(ey Club seems Ike the lst place on ealth you d expect to find a new breed of electronica emerging: The rundoM stfip club is on an inner-city Detroit. street so deslate you could imgine tunbleweeds roling by. But alrnost every night, lhe Brass Key rocks to the beat of Ahetlo-tech, the latesl srund io eherge from a city that always seehs to be innovating new musical styles, from Moto$n io the psychotic punk of lggy Pop to the agit'pop ofthe MC5 to the 21st century luludsm oftechno, and, most rccendJ, the absudist sickcnp of Eminem- Anive too edly al the Brs Ket! dd you could be at any tilty bd in the Unit€d Slates. Stdpp€F IsUessly perfom theb X-rated conloftions on a long rDway with flashing lighis, shile a DJ plaJs twical lap-dece fodder like R. IftIy's "When a Woman's Fed Up." Well pasl midnight, however, something incredible happens: DJ Fles, a short, shaved-he3d€d, gaptoothed young nan outfitied in a FUBU irscksuit, takes over the derka. Inside ne'(x's cra.bped booth perch€d high above the stdppers, he brings R. Kelly's snooth gmoves to a halt. "When a DJ'B fed up," Fles announces cfrer the PA strtem,'1,h@ aint shit you ce do about ii " Riflinsthroush seveml cmtes ofrecords, Fles pulls out G@rge KI@'s eely''80s electrc clssjc "Din Du Da," slaF it on the tuntable, and jack ii u! to an abnormally speedy 45 rpm, transfonjns the sonds Tbutnnic chant int a Minnie Mouse-fke squeal. On the other turntable. FIea cLres up a r2-incb froni the Metalheadzlabel run by drum'n'bass don Ooldie. Then, C Trl.. lF6 rh. 5.cx.r.t (cr4Lwr- rEE roe biF c.rt ch.ndr.r.. wu m@Fr rumo .rr.|dh' I,, Fr.ro.i D, ob@ D on dek hrxnarr ch.hdr.r wtErrh, .nd .r..nn'. Photoqlaph3bylNILcs