Esuriophobia

by Bill Tell Registered Gastrographer

This is party record number one for 2005, hands down, no questions asked. Aspiring DJs take note: this is James Murphy's first attempt to render the DJ obsolete. As part of the production duo DFA, he was known as master knob twiddler with the power to single-handedly reinvent bands, but as LCD Soundsystem, Murphy has set the table to kick the heartbeat of a party to the curb. The U.S. release contains a second disc of previously released material that is pretty good on its own, but the album itself bounces around enough to ensure a mixer free environment.

"Daft Punk is Playing at My House" is more than ingeniously titled, it is a dance-punk classic with a funky bass line that begs for the repeat button. He doesn't limit himself to the disco-punk niche, (though these are the albums best spots) but moves from indie-rock, to new wave and back again all leaving the listener wondering why he hadn't heard the album of already released material. The standout of that material is "Losing my Edge," which is a fantastic conglomeration of tribute and wit, that leaves even the ardent music fans wondering what band he was talking about. Better albums may come around this year, but anyone wanting to dance their ass off minus the kiddie raver sect should pick this up.

A first Friday ago, May seventh or so, I found myself in between moments walking around 22nd and Lawrence. Hungry I chose not to eat at the Denver Rescue Mission, but continued on my way when I passed a small door that said pizzeria. Admittedly it was not my idea to go in, and had decided not to, when my female companion chose that our eating experience would be encapsulated by an atmosphere of roaches and dung beetles. Entering, however, I was brought to a shock, by a well designed well thought out atmosphere that drew me into an Argentinean cafe. Sitting down, I was assaulted not by what I had assumed would be a fat biker in a tank top, but in fact an immensely friendly and hospitable waitress who treated us more like we had just come over to her hacienda for a visit. We got a full tour of the restaurant where, besides the charming upstairs dining area, there is a downstairs with a stage that hosts flamenco from time to time, and was home on this particular night to a host of individuals screaming at Argentinian football on a gargantuan screen.

Our food was enjoyable. I had a Milanesa Napolitana which is breaded steak with ham and cheese draping it. Doesn't sound good; I didn't think so either. But it was, and the bread that they served was delectable. Finally, the price was better than right When you get the chance check out BUENOS AIRES PIZZERIA, 1307 22nd Street, Denver.