Ruairi Lazers is an elusive character. The Victoria/Berlin sound tech doesn't release a whole lot of his music, just a couple net label EPs and a few bits and bobs through his SoundCloud, while his sets at festivals tend to be in the early afternoon when most attendees are asleep. Yet, despite the consistently sparse crowds that stumble on his spontaneously created performances, Lazers always brings it. He doesn't trudge his complete acoustic drum kit all the way out to the Shambhala farm for nothing.
Seemingly ignorant of the blazing Kootenay heat, Lazers pounded away full tilt for an hour and a half, articulating broken beats and intricate cymbal and snare work at high BPMs with the aid of a looping pedal, while adding sick beat-boxed bass lines and melodies as processed through a Kaoss Pad.
He stopped only to faintly mumble a shout-out to the Village crew, who constituted the majority of the lazy, slow-roasted crowd. He usually plays at the Village, but the Rock Pit far more suited the contemplative nature of his unpredictable IDM blitzkrieg.
Seemingly ignorant of the blazing Kootenay heat, Lazers pounded away full tilt for an hour and a half, articulating broken beats and intricate cymbal and snare work at high BPMs with the aid of a looping pedal, while adding sick beat-boxed bass lines and melodies as processed through a Kaoss Pad.
He stopped only to faintly mumble a shout-out to the Village crew, who constituted the majority of the lazy, slow-roasted crowd. He usually plays at the Village, but the Rock Pit far more suited the contemplative nature of his unpredictable IDM blitzkrieg.
