There is an impending will that permeates the darkest of air, the shrillest of sounds, and to the depths of every soul. The music shown here is a fleeting glimpse into that very will, in to the minds of madmen.

GutterSlut was born in an old East London strip club in December 2007, having been conceived as a rebellious alternative to the tired and formulaic gay mainstream. 

The party is a non-stop playground for freaks and geeks, transvestites, gays, straights, whoever, whatever, you're in!!

GutterSlut residents and founders Per QX, Nic Fischer, Ralf Obergfell, Miss Crystal MC and Elliott J Brown (who moved on to other projects in 2010) called themselves the Dalston Gay Mafia – a tongue-in-cheek name invented for the decadent afterparties they used to hold in their infamous home, an old cheese factory down a seedy Dalston alley frequently used by crack addicts, gangsters and prostitutes. 

They roped in one of the parties’ regular attendees –performance artist and alternative drag superstar Jonny Woo – to serve as their muse and GutterSlut was created.

Things started moving and didn’t stop. The cutting-edge music, diverse and creative crowd and knees-up atmosphere made for a unique, sexy, full-on-energy melting pot. Soon the night was a driving force on the London party scene and beyond, collaborating with incredible DJs like Tiga, DJ Hell and Ivan Smagghe, and unsung new talents and performers, to create unforgettable nights in London, Berlin and Stockholm and at festivals like Bestival, Glastonbury, Lovebox, Club Transmediale and Summer Rites.

The Dalston Gay Mafia want to thank everyone who has been supporting GutterSlut over the years.

Rave, slave and misbehave but remember, if you take yourself too serious, sorry, you’re not coming in…

BOOKING: anakadabra[at]outlook.de

ANA, born in Munich, discovered her passion for music at an early age. After having passed quite a few different styles, she is influenced by many distinctive sounds.
Fascinated from the world of electronic music, her dedication to music brought her to buying records and found herself more and more behind the decks. She co-founded eZOO, an internetbased radioshow and popular club night in Munich and organised her own underground parties which made her an indispensable part of munich`s electronic scene.

ANA`s style has been described as an inspiring blend of rare old and modern tracks, which varies between house and techno. She merges that to her own unique style with her specific sound color.

It didn`t take long for her talent to be discovered. So it was no surprise that she found her way to be booked for national and international gigs, as much as her residency since 2006 in Harry Klein Club. The club became her creative playground and a place to experiment with sounds and finding her very own groove. 

After some time, this wasn' t enough anymore, and it was time to move forward for something new. 2012 she started together with Julietta her very own night 'Slave to the Rhythm' where the girls could gather with friends and artists they really love.
After spending a while in the studio, she released her first EP on japanese underground label fasten musique. Her first remix was released in february 2015 on underground label mode of expression. 


You could listen to her sets in clubs such as Panorama Bar (Berlin), Robert Johnson (Frankfurt), Eleven (Tokio), Weekend (Berlin), Club der Visionäre (Berlin), Privilege (Ibiza), Distillery (Leipzig), Kassablanca (Jena), Lo*kee (London), Bed Supper Club (Bangkok), Rex (Paris) or events like Boiler room radio (UK), Sonne, Mond & Sterne (Germany), Zoo Project (Ibiza), Partysan Yachting (Turkey), Rave on Snow (Austrian Alps) or Love Parade (Berlin). Also renowned clubs from other countries like Russia, Japan, Switzerland, Spain, France, Netherlands, Romania, Croatia asked her to play.

http://www.residentadvisor.net/dj/ana/

Mr Fist have been chugging and mashing there way through the music scene together now since the winter of 2003. This noisy yet melodic, instrumental five –piece have set out with one goal in mind….to make some f**king goodtunes!!...and to put on a f**king loud and awesome gig!! 
Fist reviews: 

Mr. Fist :: Jailhouse Fuck :: Hotpants Romance :: Monkeys In Love :: 18 March 2008 / Tiger Lounge / Manchester By Cath Aubergine  Mr. Fist have been getting quite a reputation locally for the sheer brain-splitting volume of their jerky post-hardcore instrumentals. They don't exactly look like the horsemen of some musical apocalypse - well, apart from the barefoot, swivel-eyed creature pawing at an effects box on the floor and occasionally yelping or acting as a sort of deranged MC between tracks ("That was a song, this is another one"). Multiply the most searing blasts of 65daysofstatic with the fractured prog-core of recent Forward Russia, throw in some distortion from the frenzied, noise-fried end of post-rock, and turn everything up til it hurts. 

 Mr. Fist :: The Christophers :: 18 September 2009 / The Castle / Oldham By JA  It’s Castle time again with ManchesterMusic and in the face of a flagging economy, Oldham has few sweet spots still very much on the Map for Music. Before Gilly from the Inspirals starts his DJ slot, we decided to take along two very different bands – both loud, both confident, but working from opposite poles of the rock spectrum. MR FIST are from Wigan and mention that their home town is having similar trouble with an ever present stay-at-home culture seeing people through hard times, but having something of an effect on the live scene. But this sound is anything but depressing. Mr Fist is in effect a noise factory. In parallel with the kind of place that might make ships anchors and have massive testing sheds where they drop them from a great height. This is industrial, post-progressive rock. They have a singer, but he spends much of his time twisting and contorting his output through a series of pedals – he has an old analogue synth which he’d been soldering back together in the street outside earlier. Mr Fist compose music with an evil slant – it’s decibels are imposing and the structures are impossibly dense, its orchestrated cacophony enveloping the venue with a mass of sound waves far thicker the heavy veil of dry ice that’s been pumped to the front of the stage. A few years ago one of our esteemed reviewers accused them of "first degree bass rape" - well, errm...they're still at it. As the very last glass in the venue stops rattling, never has sound effected screaming and enjoyably distorted concertos sounded so marvellous.  

Mr. Fist :: Victorian Dad :: Capguns :: 04 June 2008 / Retro Bar / Manchester By Cath Aubergine  Mr Fist are fast becoming a favourite round ManchesterMusic HQ. How can you not love a band whose gleefully cheap but absolutely brilliant nine-track CDR album (they're giving copies away tonight; if you write to them and ask really nicely they night send you one) includes tracks entitled "Turd Fury" and "Pumpfucker"? Their set starts very much in the realms of jerky post-rock; abrasive and scratchy, but these Wigan lads are a million miles away from your stone-faced beard-strokers. What develops has more in common with Krautrock, both sonically - the bass and guitar sound like industrial noise - and in the sheer unhinged nature of things. Whilst guitar, bass and drums throw out cluster-bombs of dischord, your eyes are drawn to the front of the stage where a small sampling keyboard sits on the floor being pawed and palmed by Mr. Fist's completely off-the-wall frontman - in between crawling around and occasionally making semi-comprehensible pronouncements into a microphone. Soon it's all mutated into a full-blown psych-core noise-splurge; their last tune is absolutely magnificent, epic and twisted, and he's mouthing into the mic now, then scraping it up and down the speaker while the others build a rumbling squall like the inside of a jet engine. Ow, my ears! But in a good way.

 SEMI-NORMAL * demo of the week * :: Mr. Fist :: 03 March 2008 / Demo / 9 Trk CDR By JA  If you’ve ever stumbled into a Mr Fist show (some people actually turn up to have their skin sonically stripped from their bones), you’ll definitely be surprised. Whether that would be pleasant, obviously depends on your musical persuasion. From my perspective it was like being showered in the very elements of the universe, as atoms were shaken and the last vestiges of my hearing were battered against the wall. All good then. Mr Fist are an instrumental band, delving into the deepest regions of noise and distortion, whilst one of their troupe triggers delays and samples and the odd scream. From the cascading drum attack of “Shoplifting” this is an impressive, overwhelming sensory assault. For those old enough to remember The Sonar Yen at their early peak, Mr Fist are taking that legacy, applying 10,000 volts and then stamping on its body as the resulting flames take hold. The splintered re-interpretation of the “Day Tripper” riff is ground into dust on “Urban Fist” and elsewhere the gouging sounds of Sonic Youth under scrutiny, emerge from the bands artistic battleground. “Sage Chronicles” tries to submerge itself in the darkest depths of black metal. Mr Fist have come up with an album that ranks alongside my recent copies of stuff from Day For Airstrikes and Kong and as my favourite local post-noise outfit, especially when it’s littered with tunes called “Turd Fury” and “Pumpfucker”. Ace. MMMM ½ Resources: Mr Fist on MS 

Mr. Fist :: The Search Map :: The Generalissimos :: The Drake Equation :: 07 February 2008 / Dry Bar / Manchester By JA  Any band calling themselves Mr FIST is certainly worth a look any day of the week. More so, when you get an inkling of the fact that a high decibel count is as equally the name of the game as the headshrinking instrumental bouts of sonic assault. There’s no disappointment on this count from a band that don’t have a singer, but who do have a chap who contributes screams, manually triggered beats and swirling effects all from the floor of the front of stage. It’s the guitars and drums that get you like a shot gun blast in the rib cage. Their quieter prog-rock moments build and build until all the instruments focus into one massive tirade of distortion that must really be the sound of something akin to re-entering the earth’s atmosphere. The drumming is exceptional and it’s the perfect complement to what must be the equivalent of of half a dozen guys letting off army surplus bazookas at the audience. Mr Fist will certainly be on my must-see list again.  
MR FIST: "We first saw this band in the Dry Bar during ITC three years ago and frankly the Dry Bar barely survived the experience. Put quite simply - the most powerful, pulverizing and yet sonically superb racket you are ever likely to hear Part Chimp :: Riding Shotgun By Starlight With The Ominous Sight :: The Stray Dog Café :: Mr. Fist :: 09 April 2005 / The Tavern / Wigan By DH Mr. Fist may not possess much in the way of a distinctive tune which is in this case the noisier end of Mogwai only cranked considerably but they possess a hedonistic and surprisingly down to earth attitude not often found in their similar genre. In a normally intellectualised post-rock universe it’s a refreshing and amusing change to hear comments like “this song is fucking more mint than…(long pause) a fucking mint!” What Mr. Fist lack in actual music they make up in an admirably destructive live performance. One lad kneels over an old synthesiser frequently swigging from a bottle of white cider. He barks unintelligible nonsense into a karaoke microphone. It all seems strangely reminiscent of one of Gullivers’ Pub on Oldham Street and the sound engineer justifiably fearing for his beloved PA pulls the plug on him. Frustration with malfunctioning gear and the onset of Special Brew intoxication leads to a set that ends in what can only be described as first degree bass rape. We may not remember a single note played but Mr. Fist have probably to their delight, scarred our memories
HYPERLINK "http://www.killthenoise.net/65daysshow.html" http://www.killthenoise.net/65daysshow.html    

Mr Fist @ The Tavern 19/11/05
Last night at the Tavern, this band called Mr Fist did a good job at kicking the hell out of my eardrums. Bad or good? Well that depends on the next few paragraphs I write... I've seen Mr Fist quite a few times, this time, however, they seem to be rock solid. Sounding at times like Mogwai, Mono, Grails, GYBE! punching some psychedelic almost disco/pop influence in the face (if the former and latter were people of course). A song I recall is...that one that starts with the really fucking pounding drumbeat (on the toms and cymbals). It's instantly engaging you in a fixation of tension. Then you wait for the band to pursue. So they do. Loud, gooey, mixture of grinding strings and that fucking machine that’s producing some very high frequency sounds, which just don't agree with my recent (mild) tinnitus infection at all. Fuck that though I'm happy, I think you would be. If there’s anything positive but yet critical to say about MR Fist, it is that they can come across as simply 'noise makers' who enjoy a bit of the ol' white noise. From seeing last nights performance I can confidently say, to you my readers, that they are rapidly nurturing there noisey mess into a clean and organized pile of musical gold. Please continue Mr Fist. To conclude: Post-rock/ psychedelic disco/pop that can "FIST" your fucking scrotty asshole (asshole = eardrum), so to speak. Influences mentioned above can give you some added clarification.
http://www.wiganmusic.com/  The frontman of Mr Fist gives a colourful and uniquely offensive performance. He's almost an embarrassment to the band, leaping around in front of a twelve person audience swearing and throwing about other people's equipment. The rest of the band create impressive noise rock, with a heavy metal edge, building sound to a climax of epic guitars diffused with broken melodies.   HYPERLINK "http://angryape.com/reviews/2006/05/various-blipfest-manchester" http://angryape.com/reviews/2006/05/various-blipfest-manchester 

MR FIST are from Wigan and mention that their home town is having similar trouble with an ever present stay-at-home culture seeing people through hard times, but having something of an effect on the live scene. But this sound is anything but depressing. Mr Fist is in effect a noise factory. In parallel with the kind of place that might make ships anchors and have massive testing sheds where they drop them from a great height. This is industrial, post-progressive rock. They have a singer, but he spends much of his time twisting and contorting his output through a series of pedals – he has an old analogue synth which he’d been soldering back together in the street outside earlier. Mr Fist compose music with an evil slant – it’s decibels are imposing and the structures are impossibly dense, its orchestrated cacophony enveloping the venue with a mass of sound waves far thicker the heavy veil of dry ice that’s been pumped to the front of the stage. A few years ago one of our esteemed reviewers accused them of "first degree bass rape" - well, errm...they're still at it. As the very last glass in the venue stops rattling, never has sound effected screaming and enjoyably distorted concertos sounded so marvellous.

we are a 5 piece noisy instrumental smash band from Wigan, UK
making noise and pumping riffs as a band for nearly 10 years!!
MR FIST:
Fil - Drums
Danton - Guitar 1
Iain - Guitar 2
Keithy - Synths, FX, Noise
Scrubber - Bass rape

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