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Enviado em 04/06/2011 Coco Steel And Lovebomb* -- Feel It Label: Warp Records Catalog#: WAP 18 Format: Vinyl, 12", 33 ⅓ RPM Country: UK Released: 16 Mar 1992 Style: House Tracklist A1 Feel It (Original) A2 Feel It (Kid Bachelor's 5am Mix) Remix -- Kid Batchelor B1 Feel It (Beatnik Dub) B2 Touch It (African Plain Mix) Credits: Artwork By -- Designers Republic, The Producer -- Coco*, Woodrow*, Woolford* Programmed By -- Marc Woolford Written-By -- Chris Mellor Notes: Published by Warp Music/Virgin Music. Mastered at The Townhouse. Made in England. ℗ Coco Steel and Lovebomb 1991 under Exclusive Licence to WARP Records © WARP Records 1991 The Designers Republic... Not Art! "Feel It" was originally released on Instant Records. Coco Steel & Lovebomb Profile: Chris Mellor (Coco), Lene Stokes (Steel), and Craig Woodrow (Lovebomb). British electronic artist. Though Coco, Steel & Lovebomb grew out of the techno community, the group blends elements of garage, soul, and disco with only an ambient-techno blueprint. After Coco (aka Chris Mellor) began DJing at the Zap club in Brighton, his acid-house sets grew popular in the wake of the late-1980s house explosion. With partner Steel (aka Lene Stokes) and Lovebomb (aka Craig Woodrow), he formed Coco, Steel & Lovebomb. Originally growing out of the Zap club, their first headline single was "Feel It" (1991), later releasing follow-ups, "Touch It" (1991), "Hold It" (1992), "Work It" (1993). Taking three years from their initial single to record debut album "It!" (1994). Two Ambient outings followed with "New World" (1997), followed by "Sun Set" (1998), as well as a remix album "Remixed" (1999), all released on Other Records. Sites: emit.cc/artist/cs_l, kompaktkiste.de/coco_steel.htm, chriscoco.com Members: Chris Mellor, Craig Woodrow, Helene Stokes Warp Records Profile: Warp (Originally to be named Warped, but shortened for communication ease, and later expanded by the backronym We Are Reasonable People), owned and operated by Steve Beckett and Rob Mitchell (who sadly passed away in 2001), is one of the world's most respected and loved electronic and experimental dance labels. After many years in Sheffield, they are now based in London. Joining the slew of attempts at selling music online, Warp is a first with providing high-quality variable bitrate MP3's for sale, via Bleep.com, including exclusive tracks, samplings of forthcoming albums, and rarities. In winter 2005 the book 'Warp' by Rob Young was released as the first volume in the Labels Unlimited series. It gives a fully illustrated overview of the label's history and also confirms the following gaps in the catalogue numbering, though with some mistakes: Albums WARP 13 - no release WARP 93 - Priest "Untitled" (unreleased) WARP 99 - no release WARP 109 - Squarepusher "Budakhan Maximized" (unreleased) WARP 113 - no release WARP 118 - Chris Morris "Blue Jam II" (unreleased) Singles WAP 13 - supposedly unreleased, but some copies of WARP LP 1 were pressed with this catalogue number. WAP 30 - flyer for WARP Party at the Leadmill, Sheffield, Fri 8 Jan 1993 WAP 85 - is given to Jimi Tenor "Take Me Baby" but was never used as it was actually released by Rough Trade Germany with no Warp catalogue number on the release. WAP 99 - unique set of artwork by the Designers Republic (tDR) WAP 113 - no release WAP 131 - no release WAP 143 - no release WAP 146 - no release WAP 148 - no release NOTE: Many Warp releases were licensed to record labels outside the UK. Some of these releases include a Warp catalogue number as well as their own. These labels include -Indisc - usually uses the Warp catalogue with an extra 107 before the number in addition to the Indisc cat number. Sometimes it uses just a Warp catalogue number. -Rough Trade Germany which later became Zomba Records - uses the Warp catalogue number on releases that use the Warp label code in addition to the RTD 126.XXXX.X catalogue number. Prior to this when the releases featured the RTD/Zomba labelcode (LC 5661) the Warp catalogue number did not appear. See also former Warp sub-label, Lex Records. Label Code: LC 2070 or LC02070 Sublabels: Arcola, Bleep (2), Gift Records, Nucleus, Warp Films Contact Info: Warp PO Box 25378 London NW5 1GL UK Sites: warp.net, warp20.net, bleep.com, MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, soundcloud.com/warp-records, soundcloud.com/bleep_bot


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The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICKNOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into five figures. No, boozy brunches aren’t new. Inspired by the daytime debauchery on Pampelonne Beach in St.-Tropez, where jet-setters arrive by Ferrari and yacht, early iterations began at Le Bilboquet on the Upper East Side in the early ’90s, and spread to meatpacking district flashpoints like Bagatelle and Merkato 55 in 2008. But more recently, these brunches have been supersized, moving from smaller lounges to brassy nightclubs like Lavo and Ajna. The party blog Guest of a Guest has taken to calling it the “Battle of the Brunches.” “Not everyone gets to run to the beach or jump on a plane,” said Noah Tepperberg, an owner of Lavo in Midtown, which started its brunch party a year ago. “If you want to leave your house on the weekend, brunch fills that void.” On a recent Saturday, Mr. Tepperberg stood in Lavo’s basement kitchen, surrounded by meat slicers and employees readying confectionary “poison apples” for a Halloween party for a pre-split Kim Kardashian. Upstairs, patrons in costumes danced atop tables and chairs, bobbing to the carnival syncopation of Jay-Z and Kanye West’s “Paris.” Confetti and blasts of fog filled the air. Continue reading the main story Related Coverage slideshow The Brunch Party Takes Over Clubs NOV. 16, 2011 Advertisement Continue reading the main story It was 3 p.m. “People walk in and say, ‘I can’t believe this is going on right now,’ ” Mr. Tepperberg said. The brunch bacchanalia shows no sign of running dry. The Mondrian SoHo is starting Scene Sundays this month at its Imperial No. Nine restaurant. In Las Vegas, the original Lavo started a Champagne brunch a few weeks ago. Similar affairs have bubbled up in Boston, Los Angeles and Washington. For those looking to replicate the formula, here’s a guide to some of New York’s frothiest. Day and Night Ajna Bar (25 Little West 12th Street, dayandnightnyc.com); Saturday, noon to 6 p.m. This extravagant French-themed party landed in October at Ajna Bar in the meatpacking district, after dousing the Hamptons, Art Basel in Miami and the Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel with rosé. Beneath an industrial skylight and fluttering flags from the United Kingdom, France and Israel, well-heeled patrons pumped their fists and posed for purse-lipped Facebook photos, racking up huge tabs every Saturday. “I understand there’s a lot of people out there going through hard times,” said Daniel Koch, the promoter who helped start the Day and Night parties at Merkato 55. “But what you want to do with your money is your business.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES “If you’ve been sprayed with Champagne, make some noise!” a hype man will shout between piercing dance tracks from Robyn, Calvin Harris and Oasis. Dancers in orange bathing suits will emerge; pipes will blast jets of fog. 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SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES Caffeinated anthems like Pitbull’s “Hey Baby” and Roscoe Dash’s “All the Way Turnt Up” are accentuated by processions of bouncers carrying women above them in tubs, like Cleopatra on a palanquin. Polenta pancakes taking up precious square footage? Just kick them aside with your stilettos. Newsletter Sign Up Continue reading the main story Open Thread Newsletter A look from across the New York Times at the forces that shape the dress codes we share, with Vanessa Friedman as your personal shopper. You agree to receive occasional updates and special offers for The New York Times's products and services. See Sample Privacy Policy Opt out or contact us anytime BRUNCH SET Share Champagne spritzers with willowy model types and inheritors of wealth. The scrum on an October afternoon included the son of a Mongolian dignitary, six scions of Mexican plutocracy wearing novelty somberos, and at least one supermodel. “She’s everywhere,” said Mr. Tepperberg, as the nymph, whose name he couldn’t remember, disappeared into the jungle of merriment. THE BUFFET With the emphasis on tabletop dancing, Italian trattoria offerings (margherita pizzas for $21, and lemon ricotta waffles for $19) are often abandoned underfoot and sprinkled with confetti. Proving alcohol reigns supreme here, ice buckets are carefully shielded with napkins. Bottle service rules: Moët Brut is $195 and liquor starts at $295. Balthazar and Nebuchadnezzar sizes surge toward the $10,000 mark. RISKY ROSé Alcohol and high-altitude dancing can be perilous: there was a brief hullabaloo in one corner when several women took a tumble. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? Yes. Eat Yo Brunch Yotel (570 10th Avenue, yotel.com); Sunday, 11 a.m. to 4 p.m. If spending thousands of dollars makes your stomach turn, this newish party at Yotel is more easily digested. This affably cartoonish affair, held at the space-age hotel in Hell’s Kitchen with the design aesthetics of a Pokémon, draws a gay-friendly crowd lured northward by Patrick Duffy, a promoter. “There’s a lot of pressure in night life,” Mr. Duffy said. “But I feel like Sunday is a comedown. It doesn’t have to be perfect.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES These connoisseurs of brunch wear designer shoes too stylish for tromping atop omelets. With a D.J. spinning dance tracks from LeLe and Earth, Wind & Fire, guests sip bellinis at the bar or banter at long communal tables. The performers are looser. One afternoon, Roxy Cottontail, a pink-haired promoter, vamped around the sunken dining area with a microphone. “Don’t make kitty pounce,” she rapped, before climbing atop a table. BRUNCH SET Clusters of trim men wear leather motorcycle jackets or shroud themselves in patterned scarves. “It’s an eclectic, downtown vibe,” Ms. Cottontail said. “We have the most fabulous gays in New York City.” When a platinum-blond waiter in skintight jeans pranced in front of a wall decorated with pictures of sumo wrestlers riding Japanese carp, it seemed straight from an anime cell. THE BUFFET For an egalitarian $35, patrons receive unlimited grub — options include chilaquiles, halibut sliders and seaweed salad — and a two-hour window of boozing. “It’s not bougie,” said Mr. Duffy, who bounded across the room hugging guests and hand-delivering shots. “You could be a poor, starving artist or someone that doesn’t take a client for under $20 million.” COLOR CODE Wear purple if you hope to be camouflaged by the staff outfits, chairs and ceilings. DID THE D.J. PLAY “WELCOME TO ST.-TROPEZ”? No. Sunset Saturdays PH-D Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown (355 West 16th Street, dreamdowntown.com); Saturday, 5:30 to 10 p.m. Despite a happy hour time slot, this sunset party atop the Dream Downtown hotel is not for pre-gaming. After funneling in brunch crowds from elsewhere, 8 p.m. has the frenzied atmosphere and intoxication of 2 a.m. The offbeat timing may deter conventional weekend warriors. “No matter how cool the place, some people feel Friday and Saturday nights are for amateurs,” said Matt Strauss, a manager of PH-D. “We’re not for amateurs.” SIGNAL TO DANCE ON TABLES The D.J. rapid-fires through tracks from C+C Music Factory, LMFAO and Rick Ross, but booze-lubricated guests scramble on couches with little hesitation. Those grappling with bursts of existential angst after six hours of brunch can gaze pensively at the spectacular views of Midtown Manhattan. BRUNCH SET Attractive women and affluent men knot around tables; hotel guests gawk from the bar. 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The 3 P.M. Brunch With the 4 A.M. Vibe By BEN DETRICK NOV. 16, 2011 Continue reading the main story Share This Page Share Tweet Pin Email More Save Photo An enthusiastic reveler parties to a performance by Roxy Cottontail, a promoter, at Eat Yo Brunch at Yotel on 10th Avenue, where the $35 brunch allows patrons to eat and drink for two hours. Credit Deidre Schoo for The New York Times BRUNCH, an occasion for flapjacks, Bloody Marys and meandering conversation, is traditionally the most sluggish of meals. But a smorgasbord of clubby New York restaurants have transformed lazy midday gatherings into orgies of overindulgence with blaring music, jiggling go-go dancers and bar tabs that mushroom into fiv

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