Funkt: Brighton Concorde 2

Eat Static play at touring club Funkt...

The idea of the club tour is one that is catching on in no uncertain terms. And while it is probably the larger superclubs who have been capitalising - yer Gatecrashers and yer Creams - it is often the smaller ones that provide some of the most unexpected thrills.

So is the case with Funkt. The Brixton beats and breaks institution has been touring the country with the rather fine live skills of Megadog staples Eat Static at the helm, and by the time it calls in on Brighton, everything is clearly in full swing. Resident DJ Will White from The Propellerheads, for example, gets a suitably eclectic and funky mix going, dropping old school Wall Of Sound classics like 'Jacques Your Body' along with more recent material like FC Kahuna and Plump DJs, and making everyone forget that this is only a week-night along the way.

Indeed, by the time Eat Static take to the stage, that festival vibe has kicked in well and truly, and it's not just because of the proto-hardcore pummelling of the pair's 'Eat Static' signature tune. There's something about this band that just makes you want to get off your head in a very large field, and it's a sensation their long-polished live show can deliver in no uncertain terms, even if it is in converted shed on Brighton beach in the middle of March.

For make no mistake, while last year's 'Crash And Burn' and forthcoming 'In The Nude!' see the band embrace lounged-out exotica, the live show is, bar the odd shuffling nod, a full throttle, techno-trance storm. Old classics such as 'Contact' rub shoulders with newer dancefloor destroyers in a way that, while profoundly unfashionable, blows the damn roof off. Which is what it's all about, really, isn't it?

And no. It wasn't full of crusties.

John Hall

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