Zack Fox Live — A Tuesday Communion

CTRL.MP3 opened the night with a set that didn’t waste time. It was energetic, fun, and full of great ambiance, chopped-up selections of house, DnB, and something resonant and mid-tempo that felt like it was tuning the room more than hyping it. It was a signal: this night’s about intention.

This tour feels like a club night gone nomadic run by friends, for friends. No huge production, no polish. Just music and an understanding that dancing is the whole point. It’s a party in the truest sense. If you wanted a T-shirt, there was one. If you wanted a moment, well dance

And Zack Fox delivered those moments. The set didn’t follow a linear arc so much as it spiraled, Brazilian funk cracked into Jersey club, spun out into stretches of Black techno and liquid DnB. It was linear chaotic and seamless, like a dream made out of pure muscle memory and crate digging. And somewhere inside all that genre fluidity, there was a quiet thesis: keep Black house music alive.

People were moving. Bumping, grinding, voguing, full-body letting go. Zack didn’t just DJ; he made space. A space where people could be fully in their bodies, even on a Tuesday night. Especially on a Tuesday night.

A fitting tribute to D’Angelo closed the night. One of those “you had to be there” moments. And maybe that’s the point.

If any of this resonates and even if it doesn’t I recommend this piece: “Everyone Wants to Be a DJ, No One Wants to Dance”.

By Walter Williams and Brian Njoroge