Maybe we're getting old, but we've been feeling more and more curmudgeonly every time we settle into some club or bar that blares thumping techno so loud we can't even think straight, much less talk to anyone. Doesn't anyone remember when crooners like Al Green and Curtis Mayfield were all the party anyone needed? Thankfully, someone does: Every Sunday at the Attic, a narrow, dimly lit hole in the Mission, DJ Slo-Poke throws down old soul classics on 45 records (and 45s only!) like they never went out of style. Goodbye Kanye, goodbye brain-pounding Daft Punk beats, and hello spirit-soothing Otis Redding.