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​Three big things happened for Tyler, the Creator yesterday. First, Odd Future's mastermind dropped Goblin, his second full-length (but first on a major label). Second, he was detained by the LAPD. According to Rap Radar, Tyler "was cuffed for disturbing the peace earlier this afternoon while promoting the project at Westchester High School. He wasn't charged and was released shortly afterwards."

Tyler had Tweeted, "Fuck Those Cops. Had Us In Cuffs For No Reason, Didn't Do Shit. 'Disturbing The Peace, Loitering And Skating Pass A Cop' What The Fuck?" Good thing he was released in time for his last big thing of the day: he performed with Odd Future at the Troubadour to celebrate his album release. Good thing, too, otherwise we wouldn't have anything to review.
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If someone would have asked me a year ago to brag about my most memorable night of Halloween mayhem,my stories would have probably put some of you to sleep.

Sure, there was the year I dressed up as as a pro-wrestler and got trashed at my friends backyard party while swatting at pumpkins with a baseball bat. Or, if I we're going old school, there was the time I challenged a group of friends in 4th grade to see who could scarf a pillow case full of candy the fastest. But mostly, Halloween is just another excuse to drink and pass out at a house party. Pretty god-damn Vanilla right? Well, not this year.

Last weekend, tucked inside the dark caverns of The Echoplex,Halloween night at L.A.'s Bondage Ball was anything but standard.

After only a few minutes of standing in line, I watched the streets come alive as cars whizzed by, honking their horns at a small army of costumed kooks, leather-clad nymphs and cross dressers who looked like frustrated high school teachers limping around in fishnet pantyhose. By 9:30, the line of devilishly dressed S&M enthusiasts was so long that the chances of bumping into the devil or an undercover politician were actually pretty good.

Luchadores—those masked wrestlers­ from south of the frontera—will be taking over the Grove of Anaheim tonight in what’s sure to be a spectacle of high-flying moves and debauchery.

Tonight’s event is Lucha Va Voom Sexo Y Violencia, and Mexican wrestlers from all over Mexico, Los Angeles and Texas will be battling for ring supremacy, the honor of their hometown and the coveted Summer-Nacionales cup.

In between matches, the ring gets hot with burlesque performances from New York’s Wau Wau Sisters, Chicago’s Michelle L’Amour, LA’s Lucy Fur, Karis and Lola La Cereza.

Oh wait! There will be midgets, too. Doing... I’m not sure. Wrestling? Probably. Performing burlesque? One can only hope.

If there were ever a guide to throw a great party, Sutra sure got it right this time. The blueprint is simple, although damn near impossible to recreate unless you've got the cred and resources.

First thing, you need a theme. Dirty Disco? Boogie Nights? Yep, sounds good. It's been a while since the '70s themed extravaganzas have hit the circuit, so does this mean they're novel again? Looks like it. And put the word "dirty" in front of anything, it just gets infinitely cooler.

Next, gotta have the eye candy. Playboy would seem like the obvious first choice (duh), but what about going right past all those bunny wannabe's to the queen sex pot? That would be recently appointed 2008 Playmate Of The Year Jayde Nicole. Think she would come to your party? Let alone host it? In your dreams.

Finally and arguably most importantly is the music. Again, Sutra goes right to the top: world renowned DJ/music producer Steve Aoki to spin a special live '70s set that will be nothing less than fanfuckingtastic.

Being Sutra's first annual Dirty Disco party, there's the slightest chance it's going to be a dud. But by slightest chance, it's about as possible as playing that stupid "lime in the coconut" game and not throwing up, which translates to about one in a sqillion.

The catch: '70s disco attire is required for entry, so you have to participate. Just think tight and glitzy. Hot pants and halter tops. What you would wear with a pair of roller skates if you didn't plan on actually, um, skating. Men should go the Travolta route, naturally. No need for platforms tough, guys, unless you have practiced dancing in them. As hot as tight pants and open shirts can be, most ladies dont dig guys in heels. sorry.

According to Sutra, this is "sure to sell out" and unlike most venues that claim it, Dirty Disco probably will. Pre-sale tickets run $20 (hey, that's less than five gallons of gas), but the cut-off is today at 1 p.m. You can purchase them here. Didn't get them in time? Try your luck at the door, but getting turned away while in costume is one of the most embarrassing things to happen to a club-goer. In other words, sucks to be you.

Mod, mod, mod. Are you sick of the word yet? No? Good.
It’s no secret theme dance parties are rampant through the club scene but if I come across one more ‘80s club I’m going to throw up a scruncie. Secret Affair is held the first Friday of every month and recalls that explosive era now gone nearly half a century.

Advertised as a night for northern soul, freakbeat, boogaloo, garage and ‘60s, any regular night-lifer would pick up on the originality of music genres at the very least. Oh, and for those of you who aren’t sure (because I sure as hell wasn’t):

Freakbeat: “The missing link between the early to mid-1960s mod R&B scene and the psychedelic rock and progressive rock genres that emerged in the late-1960s” and “Elements of the freakbeat sound include strong direct drum beats, loud and frenzied guitar riffs, and extreme effects such as: fuzztone, flanging, distortion and compression or phasing on the vocal or drum tracks.”

Boogaloo: “A genre of Latin music and dance that was very popular in the United States in the late 1960s. Boogaloo originated in New York City among teenage Cubans and Puerto Ricans. The style was a fusion of popular African American R&B, rock and roll and soul with mambo and son montuno.”

And there you have it; now we can all play esoteric hipster.

If you plan on going to Secret Affair tonight, and by all means you should, the dress is actually quite simple: sleek and well-tailored. Men generally stick to the tight pants, pointy shoes and shaggy hair (which is the very reason I enjoy this club so much). Women go for the short babydolls and trapeze dresses. Tight with either flats or heels. Flats if you feel like dancing. And you will.

Right, that’s another thing: the dancing is also kept somewhat reminiscent of the ‘60s. The Twist was back with gusto, not the easy two-feet-on-the-ground version but the flippy, skippy one. I’m sure ‘60s dance experts (if there is such a thing) would have a better name for it. Anyways, I thought I had mastered that move by the night’s end only to find out it was the PBR tallboys that had caused such a hallucination. So you might want to practice at home a little, or suffer my fate of looking more like drunken poultry than anything even reminiscent of cool.

Another incentive to look good and perfect those dance moves: Weekly photog Fever Dragon will be there to capture the action. And you know we'll be putting that shit up on the website for all to see.

Secret Affair at Alex's, 2913 E. Anaheim St., Long Beach. Free before 9 p.m., $5 after.

View a photo slideshow of Secret Affair here.

...the club, not the city.

Bad news for all you hip-hop and Top 40 club lovers:

Club Vegas (whom we deemed Best Dance Club in OC) has shut its doors this past weekend due to "unresolvable issues regarding the parking situation".

Over parking? Bummer.

Management is hoping to open again soon at a different location.

(In the meantime, there's always Sutra)

Not panic-inducing at all but rather jovial (and free!), The Continental Room in Fullerton has dubbed Monday nights the place to be for incredibly eclectic DJ showmanship.

How eclectic you might ask? A veritable shmorgasborg of music genres that spanned the decades. Like this:

- Primus
- Data Rock
- The Star Wars Theme
- Pixies
- Kanye West
- Cookie Monster (yes, the Sesame Street muppet)
- 20 Fingers
- Justice
- Andrew WK
- Murder City Devils
- Nancy Sinatra

And a whole hell of a lot more. Check out club photographer Fever Dragon's photos from last night.

... and you're feeling sorry about it,

THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAYING ATTENTION TO ALL THOSE DAMN PARTY FLYERS LITTERING YOUR CAR'S WINDSHIELD FOR THE LAST MONTH.

After the jump find some sure-to-be-amazing events.
You're lucky I'm giving you a second chance.

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According to some of you out there (or at least one of you who rides a motorcycle) the Club Listings are lacking for those homosexually-inclined.

These are the gay clubs/lounges that regularly run in the paper (when space allows):

-Executive Suite
-Stiff Tuesdays at Proof
-Paradise
-Lucky Sundays at Tia Juana’s
-Mick & Mack’s
-Fun House at Frat House
-Beer Bust at Ripple’s

Being a straight girl, sometimes I miss the underground/little-known rainbow-friendly happenings.

So please, good people of Orange County, if you know a place where the bears are friendly and the go-go boys are fierce... let me know! And yes, the Boom Boom Room is STILL closed, so don't bother.

Thanks,
Erin
Clubs Editor
edewitt@ocweekly.com

*Due to a technical glitch, listings are drastically cut from our online calendar. Not to fear, it will be fixed soon!

Aside from the fact that it took some people an hour and a half to get in last night, Glam is actually a pretty fun nightclub.

I could’ve sworn the flier said Glam opened at 9, but according to the looong-ass line when I showed up, the club didn’t open till 10.

All the people in line had rsvp’d to avoid paying the cover, which was $20 (damn!). I always appreciate a club willing to do that (wave the cover charge), because hey, I’m going to spend twice that at the bar.

Well, then the DJ didn’t show up.
Which meant 10 got pushed back to 10:45.
Which meant some poor souls were waiting well over an hour. In 4 inch heels.

Except those willing to shell out a Jackson, those people got right in. Very clever...

Anyways, once everybody got through the door it was a great party.

The DJ (once he finally showed) spun fun, energetic tracks like J Kwon’s Tipsy, Kelis’ Bossy and that one song I thought was called White Girl but I guess not. If anyone knows what it's really called, let me know.

Unlike other DJs I’ve witnessed, he was fast to know when a song worked or didn’t. Some songs like Limp Bizkit’s Faith didn’t last more than a verse (or maybe that one was a joke).

Two dance floors equipped with poles and raised platforms provided plenty of room for people to get their freak on.

And then there were the strippers. Excuse me, go go dancers.

And the regular girls who liked to pretend they were stri... go go dancers.

No no, it was all in good fun. See the pictures here.

The drinks were stiff and decently priced, well-drinks were something like 6 bucks and heavy on the booze. Bartenders were quick on their game, I never had to wait long.

Then I noticed the blue neon sign reading “Tacos” in the corner of the club. Upon investigating, I discovered that for a measly $1.50, you could get a bomb little carne asada taco with cilantro and fiery salsa. Brilliant! More clubs should offer noshings like this.

In conclusion, Glam is definitely a place to check out if you’re in Anaheim any given Thursday, but show up late so you don’t have to wait in line.

Glam is held every Thursday at JC Fandango’s 1086 N. State College, Anaheim