Hot Creations presents Paradise featuring Hot Natured live at Brixton Academy, London
I think that the Hot Creations label and its’ DJs have fallen a victim of their own success. ‘Deep House’ as a genre has equally suffered, as it is the law of the universe that once anything becomes popular, it automatically becomes awful. But despite me being a fickle snob, I have to admit I still like it. I know minimal tech is meant to be the pinnacle of dance music, but I don’t have the patience for it; I actually like something to happen in a song. However, whilst I think that most of the new aversion to deep house is down to snobbery, there is no excuse for the musical abomination that is Hot Natured. They deserve any and all derision, especially after the terrible performance they put in to their Friday night show.
We got to Brixton Academy quite late and after waiting ages to get drinks, go to the toilets etc. we eventually got into the main room at about 12am. It quickly became obvious that Brixton Academy was not the right venue for a deep house night, as the acoustics were all wrong. Everything sounded hollow, and you could hold a conversation with out having to raise your voice.
It seems at times that Richy Ahmed’s sole purpose in life is to fill time for Jamie Jones. It’s a role he seems to have accepted and makes the most of. One of the many things that was off about this night was the fact that after each DJ finished their set, there was an awful period where we were forced to listen the type of music designed by the CIA to drive you mad. Now, to me, leaving the crowd in musical limbo is against the rules. I can’t work out whose fault it was. Was it down to the venue not realising that this wasn’t an Emile Sande concert or was it due to the sheer laziness of the DJs?
So after being subjecting us to that musical torture, Hot Natured deigned to grace us with their presence. Once assembled, they proceeded to bash out Now That’s What I Call Deep House, which included those timeless classics Benediction and Reverse Sky Diving. Now, what with me being naturally pessimistic and miserable, I thought it only fair to ask those with the full range of human emotions what they thought of Hot Natured’s set. “Embarrassing” was one of the politer words that were used. Ali Love’s vocals were not at their best that night and at one point Luca C was inexplicably trying to play bass. I don’t know where the trend for playing ‘live’ DJ sets has come from, but I would like it to stop. Anabel Englund has good stage presence and a nice sultry voice. She was the only one on that stage with any type of charisma and was by far the least terrible thing about that set.
Forward, Electricity and Infinity were the highlights of the set, however, it was like being at a Girls Aloud concert, as in between each song, and there was a pause to allow for all the whooping and applause. It would be nice if their sets were about the music and not about them.
It all just seemed a bit lack lustre and I kind of hated them by the time it was all over. After they had finished and left the stage, back came the monotonous hold muzak. At one point we tried to start a clap revolution, chanting our demands at the empty stage. Then we stopped, as we looked weird.
I liked Tale of Us. This was the first time I had seen them and I would definitely like to see them again in a better venue. I had a lovely hour or so dancing to them and they were a welcome contrast to Hot Natured. Occasionally, dancers doing sexy lunges and arm waving would join them on stage, which was nice, but seemed a bit unnecessary.
Lee Foss is so much better on his own. He was in Room 2, or more accurately, the space under the stairs and he made me almost forgot the hour of dross he subjected me to earlier in the night. He knows how to get people to dance. He played a favourite of mine, Justin Martin’s remix of Follow The Step, which made me forgive him. He also played the not yet released Ghosts of the System, which is a nice moody song from his other collaboration Pleasure State, with MK and Anabel Englund.
It was a mixed night. I loved Tales of Us and Lee Foss but was really disappointed by Hot Natured. They’ve been booked to play Parklife, Glastonbury and Bestival and I really hope they don’t play another half-arsed set after half-arsed set. This is going to eventually lose them even the most devoted Essex disciple. Those pretty lasers and Anabell Englund dancing in her knickers are not adequate distractions boys.