Party Ends

   Last night, just a few blocks from my apartment, on the south side of downtown Fort Worth, there was a gathering of like minded, culturally aware, youth doing something rather out of the ordinary for this sleepy little town: getting low, low, low.

   Ben's house was loaded. A chill party that was spiked with a 200 degrees dance floor (I mean it was craaazy hot), the evening was rife with alcohol and sweat. The crowd was diverse and galvanized; even the cops showing up only seemed to heighten the energy (for everyone but the high schoolers). And as I squeezed into the huddled mass of kids in front of the window unit air conditioner, trying to catch an icy breeze, I realized that this is the raddest house party I've seen in Fort Worth in a long while, and, though the hotness could be attributed to a great many things (long haul travelers from Denton and Dallas, lots of BYOB boozers), it was pretty evident that a large contributor was the trill jams of the mighty brothers of the Flashlight Party. 

   Only brothers in floorboard rumbling funky tunes, these guys know their shit. Hailing from Denton and Irving, they kept the neighbors up with everything from Bloc Party to Spankrock to Chromeo, and the dancefloor was seldom thin on the ground. With their regular gigs around Denton and Dallas, the Flashlight Party have built a reputation in the area that precedes them all over the state. Weather tearing down a house party, or hyping up before a band, the results seem to be the same; pure krunk.

   With a recently released mix CD out, "Oh Shit it's The Flashlight Party" volume 1, and a constant waterfall of party dates, I'm certain we will be seeing more of TFP on Party Ends, both now and after their planned move to Austin this Winter, so keep you eyes and ears open, and watch the hell out.

>Also< check out a post with photos of the fashionable youngsters from this party at Voguekills. And take a look at some more pictures from this party in our Photos section.