"Who wants to hear some jazz? Who wants to hear some soul? Who wants to hear some stuff from Brazil?" came Gilles Peterson's rhetorical blueprint as he approached the decks.
The DJ whose boyish enthusiasm has produced album titles as naff as Gilles Peterson Digs America proceeded to swing out the sort of deep grooves which demand idiotic jiggling, echoing the success of his recent compilation of music from Brazil.
Peterson's coquettish campness gives the velvet-voiced connoisseur the air of a cross between Alan Partridge and John Peel, never more so than during his attempt to salute the crowd at the end only to find his mic already cut off.
His stint had seemed poised to finish at 3am but, as he triumphantly acknowledged, the hour he played on for was a joy of eclectic dance.
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