We got some great news the other day, and it went a little something like this: ‘Matthew Dear and the mustachioed half of M.A.N.D.Y. (Philipp Jung) are looking for a low-key monthly spot in New York. Got any leads?’
Why, yes; yes, we do. And so we suddenly have Buddies, a much-needed middle finger to the super-club scene (see such depressing, $12 drink-driven spots as Cielo and Pacha) that continues to make Manhattan look as culturally bankrupt as the Bridge and Tunnel crowd that invades it every weekend. (Notice we said Manhattan; Justin Carter and Eamon Harkin’s ongoing Mister Saturday Night parties and the Brooklyn-borne Trouble & Bass collective are two bright spots that leave us with some hope for dance music in the city.)
Anyway, if M.A.N.D.E.A.R.’s–their newly-appointed name, not ours–Buddies theme song is any indication, Wednesday’s ridiculously intimate Gallery Bar gig will be like Cheers for club kids, a place where everybody knows your name and the drinks are affordable enough to create a messy situation indeed.
In the words of the night’s host Sigu, “Please learn the words and sing along. Ultimately, we are all Buddies.”
We’ll see you at LPR tomorrow. Please have a drink waiting for us…
