Fifteen years, fifteen hours, three rooms—SOULECTION is curating a soul shakedown at Club Space Miami from tomorrow night, starting at 11:00 PM until 2pm Saturday afternoon, and here are the set times, an exclusive lineup playlist and some words to keep you in the know when your friends ask, “who is this!?”
Southern California garages became transmission towers. Joe Kay, Los Angeles native, founded the SOULECTION frequency in 2011— a signal that would arc across continents.
Silent Addy carries Kingston through Miami’s humidity, raised between two coasts, dancehall in his cellular memory. “Shake It To The Max” pulses through bodies that don’t need translation.
From Grand Forks, British Columbia—four thousand people, environmental toxicology textbooks stacked beside turntables— Jayda G understands ecosystems: how small organisms create larger patterns. “Both of Us” earned Grammy attention, disco reborn through scientific precision and joy.
Theo Parrish from Detroit’s stubborn soil, house music as protest and prayer, vinyl pressed with the weight of Motown’s ghost and techno’s future, every transition a refusal to choose between past and possibility. Ape Drums and Sparrow back-to-back, afro house meets UK KPOP, bodies moving at the seam where genres surrender their borders, bass that demands hips remember what heads try to categorize.
Benji B holds BBC Radio 1 like a trust, London’s emissary to sounds unbound, curator as cultural translator, proving that taste is a form of generosity when wielded without gatekeeping.
J.Rocc from the Beat Junkies, Los Angeles turntablism made flesh, hands that can make two records speak a language neither knew alone, hip-hop as archaeology and alchemy.
Descendants—Meedy Pizzi carrying ancestral frequencies through contemporary circuitry, sounds that remember what algorithms forget.
Anastazja weaving through Bristol’s bass culture and beyond, techno touched by Eastern European memory, kicks and snares that understand distance as rhythm.
Jared Jackson from Vancouver’s shores, West Coast soul refracted through islands and inlets, selections smooth as Pacific fog rolling into harbors at dawn.
Carozilla and Will Buck back-to-back, two minds finding the fault line between house and techno, Chicago and Detroit holding hands in the dark, sweat-soaked and sacred.
Kumi from Melbourne understanding that silence between beats holds as much weight as sound, that space is what allows music to breathe.
Kokoroko means “be strong” in Urhobo. London septet, Sheila Maurice-Grey and Onome Edgeworth bonded during Kenya trips, forging sound from displacement and return. “Abusey Junction” reached fifty-seven million listeners who felt something ancient made new.
Sango from Seattle’s rain, blending Brazilian baile funk with Pacific Northwest introspection, “Da Rocinha” series proving that borders are suggestions, that hip-hop and favela sounds were always cousins separated by geography, not intention.
Club Space Miami holds fifteen hours, Friday night bleeding into Saturday afternoon, three rooms like chambers in a collective heart.
But this is just one node. Soulection exists in four cities simultaneously— Miami, London, Johannesburg, Los Angeles— each one a different dialect of the same language, radio waves turned into Apple Music streams, underground made visible without losing its shadows.
Fifteen years of genre as suggestion rather than law, curation as care, community as compass. Joe Kay’s vision: that music could map connections invisible to other cartographies, that souls recognize each other across frequencies, time zones, and forgetting.
