Closing season is both a jubilant and bitter time. It’s the wrap of a whirlwind summer yet a time of explosive endings that, more often than not, come with enough gusto to last til the new year. When all the elements come together, there are some finales that go down in history. And, Friday 6th September was one of those for the memory bank. Wrapping up a three-part series, The Martinez Brother’s shindig, Cuttin’ Headz, came to a climactic finish at holy-grail DC10. The Bronx-native duo brought in tow a special mix of hometown friends, Jesse Calosso and Jean Peirre, alongside Argy and legend names Dennis Ferrer and Cassy. Was it spectacular? Quite simply.
For Steve and Chris, the two young selectors that make up The Martinez Brothers, their influence is insatiable. Their uncanny flair for blending tradition with what’s hot right now is undoubtedly what has taken them from DC10 residents to the next level of event hosts. Titled after their record label, Cuttin’ Headz has been tearing up dancefloors since last year, namely in London. Their Ibiza shows this summer featured in June and August and we arrived for the last drop of action, giddy with anticipation. Entering through to the outdoor garden where thick crowds stood chattering under the fairy-lit trees, the escalating thuds from inside the club were calling us. We’d arrived just past midnight and in time to catch the sensational Cassy.
Underneath a ceiling decked out in street gear – traffic cones and road signs – the red and purple lights flashed excitedly. The sound systems at DC10 were doing what they do best, pumping more bass and more sound straight into our core. We were definitely not thinking about the bar just yet as we pulled our way through the rocking congregation towards the booth. It was clear Cassy had been digging deep into the archives of the early 90s and beyond. Spinning a mix of old school, paino-heavy house with the modern rolling basslines of tech-house, we were hooked. The crowd throbbed with electricity and our pulses were suitably racing at the shapeshifting beats.
To a capacity club, it was Dennis Ferrer’s epic appearance next that orchestrated the floor from pulsating to frenzied. With a full entourage in the booth behind him and a slamming audience in the front, the New Yorker threw out a thrilling, bellowing set. Ethereal, worldly sounds blended effortlessly with stomping basslines that had everyone completely letting go to what felt like a religious experience. The air was hot and heady and the dancefloor had been primed. The Martinez Brothers had been there hugging and hollering onto Dennis with every atomic drop, yet it was their reign to follow that had us whooping along. The brothers’ steady start that fueled the speakers with disco soon whirled into sexy, shapeshifting rhythms. The fire had been torched for a slamming touchdown by the boys who were on till most people’s morning alarm of 7am.
Effortlessly cutting from funky tribal numbers to the sounds of the sci-fi, one thing that remained a constant was their signature effervescent beat. We couldn’t help but notice the smiles on their faces as they bopped just as hard as those before them. With every lashing of unexpected twist and turn, the intention was strictly fun. They brought a distinct cheekiness that translated into a set of pure unadulterated joy. With an urban-cool flair and fresh spin on every house track they laid down, it’s fair to say we weren’t the only ones enamored. Staying much longer than intended, we left a packed out DC10 to the sounds of the birds and the sight of the sun. Do we think Cuttin’ Headz needs a full residency next summer? Most definitely!