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`Waterboy' is a relentless, dark and twisty, positive bender that's as organic as a toaster. Steve Clarke started dance music production at the impressionable age of 16. This part-time hobby absorbed his love of technology and computers, taking over from the former love of code programming these electronic beasties. A month past his exit of the schooling system, Steve immediately commenced a managerial position at a local record shop and so began his 5 year adventure in the South African clubbing scene. From ages 19 to 23 he held residencies at 3 of Johannesburg's largest clubs namely Hideout, Stonewater and Evolution playing guest slots at many other major venues and underground parties around the Johannesburg clubbing scene, including the legendary Subterrain warehouse parties. Throughout his DJing career he continued to produce; distributing albums and singles to his comrades in the local fraternity, merely as a personal venture and never for commerical release, citing: "Give it to anyone who'll listen". Now back in South Africa - post his 2006 travels where he moved to the UK for 2 years - Steve works professionally in the Audio Industry; occasionally distributing these gems to "Anyone who'll listen". `Waterboy' is benchmark in this documentary. It's disgusting, positive vocals leave you questioning their intent, while the four different leads backup the nefarious groove leaving it free to grind bestially with the kick like a ballet in the mud. "Ever really here was written to fill a gap in my set", says Steve. `Every really here' is a slower, more innocent tale of misplaced love, children with no parents and narcotic-destroyed homes. It's halfway through intro leading to a minimal climax sets the scene for ANYTHING that follows it, leaving an entranced, questionable tone that can be pedicured into any style of dirty, toe-nail soup the sick little proprietor chooses.
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