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Earlier this year, Matt King announced that he’d be touring the UK DJing as Super Hans, and last night it all kicked off with a sold out show at London’s Moth Club - I guess The Swan and Paedo was fully booked.
I arrive at the venue about an hour before Hans takes the decks, and the venue’s filled with people who are, undoubtedly, on crack, cocaine or whatever else they could get their hands on. The Beastie Boys fought, and possibly died, for their right to party, so there’s no way anyone’s gonna take it easy just because it’s a school night.
Accompanied by Psychopab behind the decks and The Hombre on tambourine, cow bell and what not (they're otherwise known as Pablo Clements and James Griffiths of UNKLE), Super Hans arrives dressed as a 21st century John Snow, wearing a big, black fluffy coat with a pair of sunglasses which he later removes to show off his trade mark eyeliner. «Good evening Hackney, you fucking hipsters!» and we’re off. With the exception of the obvious powerful sense of dread in the form of a 247 second long D, none of us really knew what to expect. Probably some early 2000s one hit wonders combined with some shitty techno - Super Hans could play just about anything and he’d still be our favourite Croydon crack addict.
As it kicks off, it appears he’s actually got some pretty damn decent tunes up his sleeve, as he mixes electro with bands and artists such as The Beatles, Rolling Stones, David Bowie and Jay-Z & Kanye West. Hans spends most of the night wooing the crowd while pulling some sick shapes, singing along to the music and the occasional button pushing.
He stops for a bit when he receives a phone call from his twins, which whom he promises to call back in February - "Daddy’s working" - working the crowd only by being his fucked up unlovable self. I thought we couldn't trust people as people like Coldplay and voted for the Nazis, but Super Hans... In Super Hans we trust.
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