05.22.20

This is gem we found in our deep archives from 2003. The recording features a live performance of DJ Vadim and Yarah Bravo at The Temple Bar in Santa Monica, back in 2003. This performance aired on dublab and was part of our archives. Now that we found it check it out – still sounds fresh!
Here is a review of the show by the LA Weekly that came out back in the day:
The Russian Percussion Tour isn’t the horde of chest-thumping Cossacks you might expect. In real life, Moscow-born, London-raised DJ Vadim has an accent as thick as Gilles Peterson’s, though fashionwise he was rocking it traditional in serf’s beard and peasant cap. With no more than guest vocalist (and wife to Vadim) Yarah Bravo plus DJ First Rate (of Scratch Perverts fame), what started out as disappointment at the absence of live musicians rumored to appear soon gave way to the ecstatic realization that the Tour is at its most ass-kicking in nuclear-family mode.
“Do we have any Ninja Tune fans out there?” asked Bravo. Er, does a Siberian grizzly shit in the tundra? But tonight’s living-room intimacy didn’t mean forsaking the global. Just before launching into “Pacifist,” from the new U.S.S.R.: The Art of Listening, Bravo asked, “How do you all feel about going to war against Iraq? We consider this next track an open letter to the powers that be, especially George Dubya Bitch and his little puto Tony Blair.” Rarely is clubland’s political task force this focused — or head-nodding.
The set’s real power came from a gradual paring to the essence, the beats. After losing Bravo and then the fidgety fingers of First Rate, who wore the stylus down to a nub after some mad soloing, the night was sweetest with just Vadim and his crate-digging instincts. Delving deep into the Quannum/Solesides catalog with dribs and drabs of Project Blowed and everything from James Brown to Björk in between, the mad Russkie made nary a peep nor did he even acknowledge the audience. Then again, with folks bouncing and body-rocking well after the lights came up, he didn’t need to say shit.