DJ Funk @ Oxford Art Factory

Standing in a shitty backroom surrounded by indie groupies, drinking vodka and juice with the booty popping daddy of Chicago DJ Funk, known as Charles offstage (until the soberness wears off), was a beautiful beginning to one of the most excitingly dirty Rn’B sets you could find this side of the equator.

DJ Funk had a little something lacking when he first got up, and despite yelling the extremely intoxicated 1am crowd into some excitement, there were a few little mishaps that slightly disturbed the flow of filth.

Once his wrists started comfortably flicking across the decks though, and his little body was swaying to match his concentration on the beats smashing everywhere, it was absolutely impossible not to move in an inappropriately raunchy way, and the whole crowd really did get into it.

The highlight of the set for me was being able to yell “Face down, ass up, that’s the way we like to fuck” insanely loudly in the middle of a nightclub while my drunken friends gyrated around me.

Even if insanely anti-feminist lyrics and loud repetitive hard ass beats are not your thing, I swear the mood would have caught you in the end. I don’t think it was his best performance, but DJ Funk certainly knows his shit and the man can move a room with the twist of a dial so bitches, I’m moving to Chicago if that’s what the underground can deliver, Ed Banger is on the money with this guy, he is epic.

By Alex McIntyre