Ode On A Grecian Urn by Party Boys
"They come from the deserted inner section of Los Angeles, a district of grumbling derelicts and crumbling warehouses where only aliens and artists dare to tread. By day their world thunders with trucks crates and trains as loading orders are barked in spanish... Come 6 p.m. downtown Los Angeles turns into Mars. Nobody speaks any language because there is nobody there. The whole city becomes a giant echo chamber. It is then that The Party Boys come out to play. In lofts, galleries, old warehouses and bars. The Party Boys, a six member coed crew play relentless beats... You could even dance to them if you were desperate."
ANDREA ENTHAL, SPIN MAGAZINE 1986
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