Whirling Dervish is so cliche

Today, Frank the Rock Star asked me to write a SoundBox on this pretentious “global deep house” band called Oojami. Normally, bands with multiple syllables, unnecessary extra vowels and forced ethnic-sounding names end up soundling like bad Phish or String Cheese Incident knockoffs (read: they suck). Amazingly there isn’t a single white, dirty-ass hippie in the band. And the name isn’t forced. Oojami is a collective lead by Necmi Cavli, a Turk-by-way-of-London’s club scene, where his Hubble Bubble club nights are apparently legendary, but Europeans rollin’ on E flock to loud, fast beats and flashing lights; I mean, that’s the only reason Paul Oakenfold is famous. The music is cool, in that Banana Republic background music sort of way, but we’re excited for what the band is bringing with them: Sufi Dancer, what is better known as a whirling dervish. That cliche so many hack writers have used to describe endless energy is part of Oojami’s extravagant stage show. I can’t wait for The Insider’s stupid pun.
Oojami is playing Water Street Music Hall on Wednesday, June 15, if you want to go. Tickets are, like, a million dollars (0k, only $15 adv/$18 door)