Mark Beaumont 

Todd Terje review – floor-frying retro rave

It’s Terje time as the lone DJ mixes lounge bar funk grooves with early disco to start a party fit for Christmas
  
  

Todd Terje on the West Holts stage at Glastonbury.
Todd Terje on the West Holts stage at Glastonbury. Photograph: Richard Isaac/LNP/Rex Shutterstock

Todd Terje appears to be testing his talents in the toughest possible conditions. Early on a Sunday night in the middle of Christmas party season this Norwegian DJ and producer takes to a sparse stage bearing just a laptop and keyboard, minus the full band and neon cocktail visuals of his festival shows, as if challenging himself to jump-start the most battery-drained of parties.

Luckily, in 2015, anytime is Terje time. With the mainstream embracing Uptown Funk’s Chic kitsch, his 2014 debut It’s Album Time mingled lounge bar funk grooves with retro-futurist house and early disco with timely precision. Hence tonight’s set hovers expertly between DJ rave mix and classic pop gig. Over beats so dense you feel as though you’ve been downloaded into his drum machine, he drops references to Rozalla’s Everybody’s Free, Donna Summer’s Bad Girls and Stevie Nicks’ Stand Back. His is an intoxicating stew of 70s soul horn fanfares, deranged acid house pianos and Kraftwerk sizzles, but with a savvy new wave bent. Some tracks resemble The Human League airdropped on to a San Antonio beach, others could instinctively make Debbie Harry’s upper lip curl.

Terje is notable for championing the 70s phase synth, a sound people of a certain generation associate with the TV wanting to tell you about science. It’s the star of the euphoric psychedelic reel of Oh Joy, and sets off a closing act designed to appease anyone feeling short-changed by the solo DJ set. A troupe of dancers who seem to have stumbled through a wardrobe in the dark emerge to do the zombie sand dance to Inspector Norse and Terje encores with floor-frying remixes of Elton’s Are You Ready for Love and Whitney’s I Wanna Dance With Somebody. If this is his hungover Sunday night in Camden, his New Year’s Eves must be atomic.

 

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