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Thank goodness the Martinez Brothers in question here are not the same-named Austin taxidermist siblings who come up eventually on a Google search. Really, who wants to concern themselves with the "Deer Season Special"? But just because our brothers hail from the Bronx rather than Texas, and spin for a living instead of stuffing dead animals, doesn't mean they don't have a little in common with those two Tejanos. Heck, a couple of weeks before hitting Winter Music Conference, these DJs blew up the Garden & Gun Club in Charlotte, North Carolina!
But that's where any similarities end. Because the only thing this dynamic duo will be mounting for posterity is records, preferably the kind that come in the colors gold and platinum. And if the reception of TMB's releases on Dennis Ferrer's Objektivity label are any indication, those awards will definitely be their due.
Listen to the pair's "Debbie Downer" and hear for yourself what all the hot fuss is about. The track was concocted in collaboration with label mate Argy, who brings his 21st-century Euro-cool to the turntable. The single has all the hallmarks of a house classic, without sounding as if it came out of the past. It's a quiet storm of an anthem, the kind of track that's built both to move feet and blow minds. It riffs heavy with the sort of sampled voices that seem to spring straight from Heaven, simply so they may bring the crowd down to its knees.
And noting TMB's past, that holy high is no accident. Now just 17 and 20 years old, Christian and Stevie Martinez were raised by a churchgoing ex-club kid to respect their DJ elders as well as the Creator. They began percolating in public at the Luke 4:18 Church in Washington Heights, where their father, Steve, got them a gig as in-house percussionists. Pops also happened to gift them with the love of a club culture that embraced the whole wild world and never would dare discriminate.
We're talking the halcyon days of house, of course, specifically as it cored the Big Bad Apple back during the time of Paradise Garage. Daddy Martinez was a regular in that legendary New York nightclub. And when he heard what his then very young sons were doing with Virtual DJ, he called one of his old Garage connections and got the boys a couple of spots spinning downtown. In a hot minute, the brothers got offered a slot at Shelter, and from that night on, it's been nothing but beats.
Much ado has been made about the age of these wunderkinds, and true, having played everywhere from Ibiza to Berlin before you're old enough to drink is something of a marvel. But when you're born with clubs in your blood, it doesn't matter how many birthdays you have under your belt, just so long as you deliver the gifts of the gods. With the Martinez Brothers on the decks, consider the delivery signed and sealed.