Felix Buxton, on the right. We think.

Basement Jaxx don't come to the States very often. The London-based duo of Felix Buxton and Simon Radcliffe has always had trouble booking shows at American venues, and so a lot tends to happen between their U.S. gigs; the last time they made it to our shores, in 2006, dance music was still lurking on pop culture's fringes and Buxton and Radcliffe were belatedly touring behind the Grammy-winning Kish Kash with a stage-stuffing, 18-person-deep clusterfuck of a live show. This November, when they finally return, they will have far less. The Balkan brass band will stay home, as will the emcees and the singers and the percussionists and the flag-bearers and the the acrobats and the fire-eaters (kidding!). Instead, Buxton and Radcliffe will be DJing at Santos Party House this Saturday, November 7, and that ought to be insane enough.

To honor the occasion, the Voice recently spoke with Buxton on the phone about his obsession with pre-Giuliani New York, the rumors that his group might be done, and their much-discussed disc of ambient music.

Do we have any idea what Brooklyn's own Santigold would sound like if backed by, say, a single, tasteful acoustic guitar? Has any singer in the last few years (besides, you know, the obvious) had busier backdrops over which to kind-of emote? Here she does her sardonic ska-siren thing while Basement Jaxx, easily the least demure pop-electronic act with which indie types are somewhat familiar, runs what feels like a randomly arranged four-minute demo reel of spazzy aggro-reggae, like that Major Lazer record running on super-fast-forward, the result more cohesive than it has any right to be and a great deal more fun, too. The band's site is streaming "Saga" along with a few other tunes from the imminent Scars -- "Raindrops" is the jam, if you desire a singer as unrestrained and ecstatic as the backdrop.