2007 was the year D*ruffalo was born. It was a semi-anonymous collective and a webzine established to feature aspects of club and pop culture we loved and to terrorize anybody responsible for aspects of club and pop culture we did not love at all. It started on MySpace, of all places, and later we published on our own webspace druffmix.com, which ran on the server of the Innervisions label, until we made too much fun of them as well and they pulled the plug. So D*ruffalo is defunct, but you can still find traces via Wayback Machine or Instagram. Here are the people responsible for all the madness:
From left to right: Editor 5 (Sebastian Gaiser aka Icasol), Editor 6 (Holger Klein aka DJ Groover Klein), Editor 1 (me), Editor 2 (Michael Kummermehr aka King Kummi), Editor 4 (Marc Schaller aka Schalli) and lying down (Sebastian Dresel aka DJ Seebase)
Here is the inaugural manifesto:
“the high life versus the lowlives! hello this is the editorial executive team of DRUFFALO, the pravda which is born to lead not to read. Some say we are cut-and-paste-punks with no html skills, others say we are a group of directional dressers running black ops from the shadows of glamour, the most clued up, edgiest, strongest and smartest lame ass crusties in town…towns in fact. we love ibiza raves, 80s synthie pop, salsoul, punk and rockabilly. we love northern soul dos and reggae soundclashs, hip hop backrooms and rock’n’roll bars.we are acid house and football. we love beer and champagne, apc and stone island. ok people say we are gay nuyorican amateur football casuals riding scooters in dior homme suits and red wayfarers (optional bjorn borg tops and adidas rom) who love to listen to new wave and dance to disco – so what? actually we are a secret cabal of ueberhipsters with a serious attention deficiency syndrome who during daytime disguise as nerds. as a very smart man from across the river danube has wisely put it: Un ballo nuovo porta ritmo nei fiancho della cittá Ci vendiamo, trovimo, chiediamo che cosa si fa Ma non cercate die volori, e magari sensation La notte e’nostra fin al mattino abbiamo illusion no E’la fine del viaggino, ce’ sempre un domani e Ci sono dimensioni, con illusioni e sensazioni. Give me more … Young romans – there is a night before each day and that price is still to pay Never stop this old erosion phantastic voyage……. and if you have something to say (or believe so) please send your snippets and artifacts to us. if you want to be a member of the shadow society ™, do not contact us, we will contact you. watch this space for more-”
As soon as we started annoying people left and right we also founded a DJ team which was no less notorious. It was call the D*ruffalo Hit Squad, later described as:
“The D*RUFFALO HIT SQUAD is the official political arm of D*ruffalo – The Daily Excess Magazine (R.I.P.) that still goes public from time to time to wreck havoc on international dance floors.
“We drink. You dance!”
We also published the Druffmixes. A lot of them were done by me, and I will feature those here, with the original artworks by the D*ruffalo Graphic Squad (King Kummi) and liner notes.
The The – Flesh And Bones David Van Tieghem – Night Of The Cold Noses Steve Winwood – While You See A Chance Sun Yama – Subterranean Homesick Blues Dee D. Jackson – Galaxy Police Connie – Experience Paul Haig – Time The Colourfield – Take Ian Dury – Wake Up And Make Love With Me Antena – Be Pop Blue Rondo – Samba No Pé 400 Blows – Movin’ Michael McDonald – Sweet Freedom Bryan Ferry – Kiss And Tell Robert Palmer – The Silver Gun Visage – Move Up A Certain Ratio – Wild Party The Associates – Love Hangover Bette Midler – My Knight In Black Leather Duncan Brown – The Wild Places Squeeze – Last Time Forever
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