For dance floor devotees music drives a good time and with an epic fusion of sounds that defies genres, Sydney’s Sasha Moon is on the money. Spinning across an exclusive calibre of events, clubs and bars across Australia and beyond, the South Korean born DJ, music and event coordinator has the key to unleashing a sure-fire good time dropping infectious melodies and feel good vibes that always leaves the crowd craving for more. This fact hasn't gone unnoticed, as she is dubbed as one of the most versatile and professional DJs in the industry as demonstrated by her portfolio of diverse gig schedule and current radio residency on Ibiza Playasol Radio. 

The passion for music organically stemmed from a sonically versed family tree of classically trained musicians, giving grace to the next chapter in her teens where piano and saxophone played an impressive role. Born with a song in the veins, DJ Sasha Moon took the love to different levels where her DJ career now embraces the forefront, spending precious moments delving in the music pools for unique sounds & edits which makes her a perfect choice for any line up.

From sunset sessions, clubs, corporate events and to the most exclusive of VIP parties, DJ Sasha Moon has ignited crowds from afar with her charismatic style and playing a kaleidoscope of sounds. Bringing the beats in true style at events & brands for the likes of Café Del Mar, Destino Pacha (Ibiza), Moet & Chandon and Harrolds, she holds a firm stance for the beats she delivers, making every party her terrain while sharing an emotive journey from the first to the last record. 

Catchy vocals, bouncy synth-work and brooding bass lines lead the musical journey for this avid music aficionado.

My long search for the enigmatic Mr Burton has led me into the mystic bowels of old Chinatown, deep underneath the cobbled streets of San Francisco. I find myself nestled into the darkest corner of the dingiest, dank opium den. Behind a stained curtain I am introduced to Mr Chen, who, im told has information on the whereabouts of Jack. 
“Jack Burton, yeah I know that guy. Lots of trouble, nice hair though. And if you see him, tell that asshole still owes me a truck”
A puff of smoke crawls across the brim of Mr Chens hat, it slithers into the air taking the impossibly conspicuous form of an arrow, pointing towards a badly lit corridor to my right. 
“More you find down there” he adds, in an increasingly creepy tone. 
Only then do I first gaze upon his eyes. They are bright green and menacing. 
Am I meant to follow? What kind of old-world GPS is this? Having ingested countless ‘Choose your own adventure’ book in my misspent youth, I choose to take the chance and follow the signs. 
Some say Jacks mother was an Amazon warrior and his father was a god damn circus lion, others say he fell from the sky like a meteorite and landed in a wig and singlet store. His origins are many but they all imply the same stark fact. Jack Burton is an everyman with extraordinary powers. His diamond sharp jawline and impervious bouffant hairstyle are stuff of legend, and he has used these unique powers to fight unknowable evil across infinite realms. 
Somewhere along his path he swapped his fighting swords for writing chords, a calculated move to throw the gargoyles, vampires and exploding martial arts champions off his scent.
He has hid in the depths of deep disco, forever distancing himself from his past…until now.
As I cautiously meander towards the corridor and push aside the shadowy bamboo curtain, I am faced with a black wall, and on it is written in chalk “Don’t Ya Wanna See?”. Underneath the hastily scribbled double entendre is a hulking shadow. It lurches forward and under the dim light I make out a familiar face. It’s Mikah Freeman wearing little more than a trucker cap and shit-eating grin. 
“It’s me man! How do you like my new jam?”
Mikah’s new passion project is inspired by the erotic frivolity of the 60s, caramel-smooth funk of the 70s and digital uprising of the 80s and 90s. Jack Burton is the result of one man diving into a figurative kaleidoscope of sound and being reborn with a tech-nine machine gun and a mullet. 
All things aside, If this expedition has taught me anything it would be that if you aren’t listening to a Burton record, then you ain’t got Jack.

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