Ibiza Rocks - Gash DJS -not so Gash Interview

Ibiza Rocks is a bit like the kooky kid at school. Different but undeniably cool because of it. On an island full of electronic sounds and repetitive beats, Ibiza Rocks proudly stands on its own with its impressive bands and eclectic gigs, shoving a self-assured middle finger into the dull face of convention.

Now, with another hugely successful season happily tucked under their silver studded black belt, they have rocked the socks off everyone again, but this time with the help of two new additions to Manumission motley crew of mosh.

Meet the Gash DJs. As the Ibiza Rocks residents they too stand happily in the corner of diversity. With a Love Music, Fuck Genres' ethos, they tear up the rule book, chew it with pure distaste, and spit it back out in a musical mesh, covering a bouncing dance floor with chunky balls of guitar-driven mayhem and satisfied saliva.

So far these two have proved that they are anything but gash. Their ever-growing fan base includes the likes of Zane Lowe. This summer they brought crowd surfing, misbehaving and an entirely new sound into the pristine walls of Pacha on a weekly basis for the Ibiza Rocks afterparties. And they are only just beginning.

Now they are back on UK soil so we pin their now pale bodies down and ask them a few questions.

Briefly explain how you both came to be Ibiza Rocks residents.

Pete: Jim and I met about two years ago, drawn together through a mutual love of the indie dance sound that we had both been supporting. I brought him on board as a resident for my Disco Slut parties and we were soon playing back to back. Shane Murray, the man behind Ibiza Rocks programming, contacted us via my MySpace and after a meeting with him in London we were on the flight.

Jim: Hang on Pete... I think you're forgetting something from the London meeting. You got pissed and spilt your pint all over Shane!

What does your music have in common with female genitalia, the gash?

Pete: Haha. It certainly gets me going, and I find it rather tasty.
Jim: I suppose it's warm and welcoming but deep down its proper dirty.

You live by the ethos of, Love Music, Fuck Genres'. What does fucking genres entail?

Jim: To bend some stunning indie over the deck stand and fuck it from behind with some filthy electronic sounds certainly keeps things interesting!

Pete: In my opinion a veritable orgy of compatible sounds makes for exciting times on the dance floor.

Some critics would say that Ibiza was founded on electronic music, and bands should be left to cater to the moshing masses. Do you think that dance music can allow for more eclectic sounds to take centre stage, without loosing its backbone?

Pete: Dance music hasn't always been electronic, its roots lie in live recordings. From personal experience eclecticism breeds a much more interesting and exciting dance floor.

Jim: Actually, back in the day Ibiza was very much about eclectic styles. The first DJs on this island played a mixture of hip-hop, Balearic sounds and everything in between. At the moment I feel dance music has become very segregated and I think its about time things opened up again. After all, variety is the spice of life!

Did you find that you were preaching to the converted or do you think that people in Ibiza only have ears for house and techno?

Pete: We were certainly not there to preach, only to share the music we love. We have a great deal of respect for what and Andy McKay and his team at Manumission have done for music on the island.

Jim: You only have to look at the success of Ibiza Rocks to see that people on the island are open minded enough to welcome good music in any form with open arms.

In your opinion can bands generate the same energy as a DJ?

Jim: No, they generate more!

Pete: A DJ's job is to provide a journey through various sustained levels of energy, whilst bands provide energy in intense bursts.

Tell us your funniest experience of past visits to Ibiza.

Pete: It wasn't funny at the time but a couple of seasons ago I got a bit pissed and passed out on Bora Bora beach shortly after landing and had all my possessions stolen, leaving me with no money, clothes and just my records for a weeks holiday.

Jim: It's funny how some things are only funny when you look back on it. Last time I was on the island I ended up in hospital for two weeks and all they gave me to eat was dirty dishwater and orange juice. I was starving and all I could see out of the window in my room was the rotating McDonalds sign. Lets just say I got asked to leave the said McDonalds with a Big Mac in hand and my arse hanging out of a green paper tunic.

Wanna decide if these two are worth your gash? Buy tickets to see them at Substance, Manchester on December 12th, 13th and 25th. Available on Skiddle, of course.