Party Over Here!

Centro-Fly, Pinky, 45 West 21st Street, 627-7770, $20
Giuliani can't shut down every-thing, and N'ICE is proof of that. Somewhere in between bangin' house and the mellow stuff, the N'ICE residents Holmar Filipsson, Graham, and Shauna Slevin extend their musical scope—including special guests like Ism Records' Swingsett and vocalist Lisa Shaw (July 13), who are more on the downbeat, pretty tip. (Romano)

Pier 16, 630-8888, $20
The people behind this summer's cruises have an ambitious goal: to re-create the broad-spectrum sound and joyful excitement of the underground house-music scene that slowly spread from the U.S. to Europe and Asia in the 1980s. This month, world-traveling "roots" DJs like Kenny Carpenter and David DePino take you on two-hour boat trips around Manhattan, and will alternate with a new generation of peers dedicated to keeping the clubland legacy of Paradise Garage, Better Days, Tracks, and the Loft alive. Boats board at 6:30 and 9:30. (Cooper)

Shine, 285 West Broadway, 941-0900, $20
Touch "bros" Billy Shane and Sean Hall host this house weekly, which, ever since moving over to Shine a few months ago, has really picked up steam. They've strayed quite a bit from their music policy (recent guest Charles Feelgood is hardly tech-house), but they've been bringing a solid contingent of talent through the doors, including Terry Mullan and the Tigerbook crew (i.e., Deep C, Chris Udoh, Randall Jones, Hollis P. Monroe, and Hito). This week: old-school junglist A Guy Called Gerald. (Romano)

Filter 14, 432 West 14th Street, 366-5680, $10
In the bowels of the former Mother space, Nappy G spins funk classics and rare grooves. Formerly a Wednesday under-ground industry-oriented bash, Underground Collective in its new guise is decidedly more clubber-friendly, while managing to keep it on the real to appease the true heads. Future guests include Tony Humphries, Basement Boys' Teddy Douglas, Harry "Choo Choo" Romero, and David Morales, who ripped it on the UC's inaugural Friday party in mid June. (Joseph)


219 Flamingo, 219 Second Avenue, 533-2860, $10
Make no mistake, the inimitable Honey Dijon doesn't play around when it comes to her art at the decks: She manages to look amazingly coiffed and painted while throwing together rousing, smoothly swilled house mixes, much to the respect of other jocks and heads. Here, with Steve Travolta and Will, things lean a little more toward the swooping, progressive side for the boys who miss the Fire Island weekenders. Drag legend Connie Girl stands astride at the door. (Germosén)

Filter 14, 432 West 14th Street, 366-5680, $10
The meatpacking's Filter 14 is doing much justice to the sad departure of Mother with those amazing Fri-day nights from the Underground Collective. Now the hot West Side juke joint welcomes new tenant Melvin Moore. The name says everything: vocals and old-school garage, along with more trenchant techy/deep stuff. (Germosén)

Speeed, 20 West 39th Street, 479-0827, $12
Everyone bemoans the move of this decidedly left-of-center house party to a space shared with Speeed's hip-hop party, but the music—a playful mix of everything from deep house and future jazz/ broken beat to old-school garage and new wave—removes all doubts that Hamsa can make for a tight party. A warm, introspective crowd sways to whatever Jenifa, Kamati, and Lee feel like putting on next, usually staying well past the five o'clock end time. (Germosén)

True, 28 East 23rd Street, 631-1102, $10
Upstairs, progressive house DJ Chip Chop spins some of his Latin, tribal, and softer house rhythms for a crowd of lesbian sistahs, mamis, and everything in between, while the bustling downstairs vibe is reminiscent of a '70s basement party, with everyone closely dancing to old-school r&b. Hip-hop, dancehall favorites, and snatches of Craig David are also thrown into the mix. Topping off the evening is a seemingly endless array of highly talented go-gos—from the gamine to the femme fatale. (Franklin)

Vinyl, 6 Hubert Street, 343-1379, $17
DJ Timmy Regisford spins ballsy garage, mellifluous deep house, chunky Afro-beat, and even the odd tech-house cut to throw a sonic spanner in the works as he takes clubbers back to the Motherland. The sweatfest goes till super late, when the diehards take over the floor and the air is filled with dance wax (talcum powder)! (Joseph)

141 East 140th Street, Bronx, 718-992-5974, $15
This minimalist venue is not exclusively for, but teems with, black thuggish DL men. If you're really in the cruising mood, check out all the rock-hard cornrowed brothas crammed together and lined up along the downstairs walls, where hip-hop rhythms are given up by varying DJs. (Franklin)


Vinyl, 6 Hubert Street, 343-1379, $15
This aptly named house party seemed to be riding its own hype for a while there, with some lazy DJ'ing and an extreme population of shirtless sweaty men and club tourists, but recent revisits confirmed a better truth: It is hype. The dancers are back, the crowd is all over the place, the music is on point, and you dance so hard you hit Hubert Street feeling like you've emerged from a sweat lodge. (Peretti)

Shine, 285 West Broadway, 941-0900, $5
Original Reggae Lounge vibes live again for a few hours each week—but conveniently early this time around—at this laid-back gathering located one door down from the Lounge's last known address. The Black Hawk sound system is the key to the magic, selecting from reggae's more rapturous lover's rock and culture archives to ease the segue from Sunday's relaxation to Monday's blues. (Oumano)

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