I was sooo lucky that I’m From Barcelona was joining the Buffetlibre fellers for another awesome evening at Barcelona’s probably biggest and most famous club: Razzmatazz the same weekend I visited the city. For a Swede the place was huge, the club people were fantastic and the music was awesome. Despite less restrictions of volume levels (compared to Sweden of course), the sound could’ve been better but that’s about the only thing I can complain about.

Some dude named Gato did the dirty work of pumping up the masses to support Buffetlibre. I think he did a great job as a warm-up DJ. The kids (Spanish clubs are much less strict when it comes to age restrictions, which didn’t apply to me anyway since I was on the guestlist) started to get the feelin’. The vibe was unlike any that I’ve ever experienced in a club environment. I thought the Barcelonians would pour out all their notorious latin passion from beginning to start but they were, in a European big city-manner, a little cooler than I’d expected. Not to say they were more fun to hang around than most austere Swedish audiences. The party was ON when Buffetlibre came on anyway.

I think the night was some sort of semi-promo sneakpeak-kick-off for that mysterious new Peace project that Buffetlibre have been hinting to on their site. But their split two-hour set lived up to their name serving a delicious tracklist mixing oldie goldie with new hot club bangers and party pop with raving rock. If you take all the Buffetlibre mixtapes this far (quite a few, eh?) and put them together, you’d get that night’s set. Unfortunately the audience seemed a bit confused when to start feelin’ it and grooving during build-ups and “get” the wild transition from poppy Ghostbuster Themes and the likes to raw relecto grinding and bass-heavy house. But the crowdpleasers pleased and the more unacessible parts worked well too, for me anyways.

Interrupting Buffetlibre’s dancefloor hit cavalcade, Swedish indie pop army I’m From Barcelona took over in an explosive one hour gig simulating the most fun birthday everyone had in there. Yea, we made it so it was everybody’s birthday, I thought that was a great idea by frontman Emanuel Lundgren. From their albums we know them as the jolly twenty-plus piece indie choir-pop band every friend of indie pop loves. But on stage there’s little of the choir-thing going on and the disposition is more towards the indie rock area. The most poippy, catchy, jolly and euphoric such, of course! With confetti as usual as rain in the Swedish Autumn and big red balloons bouncing around like happy-pills the concert was one of sorts. It was like the birthday party no one except us there, at the band’s tremendous home-coming gig, had ever had. It was definitely one of the most memorable gigs I’ve ever been proud of attending. A Swedish indie pop classic!

Wonderful is short, is a Swedish saying, and after an hour Buffetlibre took over the dancefloor once again for the two last hours. The drinks were quite cheap (is regular booze and a Red Bull even a drink anyway?) and I was becoming intoxicated by this and that so it’s all just a wonderful blur out there on the dancefloor. At 6AM, me and my sis (I’m a good brother, so I brought her too) stumbled out on the street with hundreds of other tourists and Barcelonians trying to catch a cab home or back to the hotels. The rest of Barcelona had not woken up yet (it wasn’t the never-sleeping NYC-effect I had expected) but with the rest of the 1000+ peeps from Razzmatazz, it felt like the city was alive…

On another bass-heavy note: Heard the latest (it is his latest, right?) Boratto track? I like it a lot, and it seems he has a new album coming out soon too! If it can top Chromophobia we’re in for one of THE electronic releases of 2k9. But, mind you, that’s a pretty big IF. Until then I let Gui’s breathtakingly elegant and melodically rich minimal techno sweep me off my club-tired feet.

Gui Boratto - Take My Breath Away <—

UPDATE:

Here’s a few pics not taken by me from the night!