Monday 5 December 2005

disco is alive and kicking

There is a better way to spend your Saturday night that at Club Troppo ogling reality TV and soap stars and it is

Brazilian
Funk
Balls


And no you don’t need to like funk music.

There's a yooof scene in the Brazillian slums where they go to large Saturday (Friday, Thursday, whatever) nightclubs. The clubs are divided into two by a no man's land patrolled by bouncers in the middle. Occaisionally an insane individual from one side forways into the other and gets the shit beaten out of them until a team comes to pull them out. Eventually the DJ amps up the music and calls out some local version of "Let's Rumble!" and the venue goes apeshit with an all-in brawl.

Tell me the Cleveland Hotel compares to this. I dare you.

Below are some quotes and magazine articles. Check it out.
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These children from the slums, ignored by society and living without hope, articulate their rage in the only way they know: with a fight for life.

"You've got to understand," Andre bursts out suddenly, "that certain things are important to funkers. First you've got to fight without fear because it's the only way to win respect. I was scared at the beginning but after that first punch in the face I lost my fear.


Even though there were deaths, some academics claimed this was a positive form of ritualised combat and compared it to the Brazilian martial art, capoeira.

Listen to the music
Audio: listen to Follow Me Follow Me (Real Player)

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