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ibiza uncovered: before the invasion September 7, 2007

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my first holiday without my parents, ibiza 1994. booked four months in advance, which was cutting it fine in those pre t’internet days. booked-it-packed-it-fucked-off did exist via teletext but i didn’t have the time or patience for that. it was marketed to my parents as my post a-level reward. i at least remember pretending to study for my gcses on the beach with about 20 friends. i quite literally turned up for the exams this time round.

anyway, half of my college evidently pulled the same line and it became less of a holiday and more of an extended friday night out in the pub, and er, in another country. all the cliches were there – of the seven of us on holiday together, one person brought cornflakes and milk in case they didn’t sell them in spain, and one person arrived with about seventy condoms her mum insisted she pack. ten each!

i think i may well have taken every item of clothing, makeup and pair of shoes i owned and the result was a case that weighed more than i probably did at the time. i’ll never be able to say that again. i also learnt that you can’t fry chips in a pan from frozen and that hairbrushes do not make good can openers.

we did the usual £30 a pop nights out at amnesia, space and ku – you could get cheaper tickets if you befriended the girls who worked in the camera shop. es paradis was so refreshing after smoky, carpet on the walls local clubs, and i didn’t even mind falling off a podium in kaoos, as i was caught in a giant sombrero.

some of the nights out i really remember though, are the smaller, cheesier clubs in the west end. play2, night life, extasis and koppas. small, hot, full of locals and you could get pissed on a hundred pesetas. i have no idea what that is in euros. those big bottles of teichenne schnapps cost about £2 out there you know…

this was just before it blew up. it was underground but inclusive, and when i returned two years later it had changed beyond recognition. i find myself saying this a lot lately, i wouldn’t be want to be younger now, and therefore have missed it, for the world.

find out what happened in 1996 and also check out the earlier balearic years.

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cool jack – just come

ot quartet – hold that sucker down

blast – crayzy man

alex party – saturday night party

loveland – let the music lift you up

atlantic ocean – waterfall

livin’ joy – dreamer

floorjam – stone age

jx – son of a gun

spacemaster – jumping to the party

tall paul – rok da house

massive – heaven in mind

subliminal cuts – le voie le soleil

donna giles/klatsch – and i’m telling you

k klass – let me show you

original – i love you baby

screen ii – hey mr dj

helicopter – on ya way

alison limerick – love come down

pianoman – blurred

hed boys – girls and boys

movin’ melodies – la luna

bobby brown – two can play that game

 

trouser enthusiasts August 8, 2007

 

i used to be really into clubbing. when i first moved to london i took the opportunity to abandon the cheesy townie clubs of my hometown. after several years of rectangular bouncers, snakebite and black and guest appearances by aussie soap stars desperately seeking that panto contract, london’s thriving 1994 club scene was an eye opener.

no carpeted walls to be found, these clubs were either impossibly cool in a hacienda, minimalist fashion or impossibly glitzy, like malibu stacey. then there was megatripolis.

as students forever seeking a bargain night out, we would arrive at heaven on a thursday and enter a different planet. megatripolis was not so much a club as an experience. you could use the internet, which was a revelation in 1994.

i have absolutely no idea which dj’s i heard there, it was all you could do to find the dancefloor via the labyrinth of chillout rooms, bars and market stalls. megatripolis was more than a club – there were fortune tellers, poets and the soundtrack was early trance.

early trance was nothing like the genre most people love to hate, gatecrasher-style hands-perpetually-in-the-air trance. it wasn’t too fast, too cheesy or too produced,  it was minimal, rhythmic and experimental. i loved early trance but i remember danny rampling playing a trance set in 1996 at the leisure lounge that killed the vibe and it was all over for me beyond that point. it had become a wall of noise, a characteristic of the music I loathe, such as rock and metal. 

him indoors loves all trance, he doesn’t seem to mind (or realise) that he can’t dance to it cos its too fast, and forgives the cheesy ‘i’m an angel, flying higher’ lyrics and tiresome 80s covers. so I made him this mix to remind him of the good old days sucking on lollipops and buying complicated bongs down under the arches…

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slam  – eterna

gipsy – i trance you

leftfield – song of life

gat decor – passion

hardfloor – acperience

rising high collective – fever called love – hardfloor mix

robert armani – circus bells – hardfloor mix

bedrock – for what you dream of

klatsch – god save the queer

mory kante – yeke yeke – hardfloor mix

jaydee- plastic dreams

leftfield – open up

robotman -do da doo

felix – don’t you want me – mars plastic remix

ramirez – hablando

poltergeist – vicious circles

age of love – age of love

jam and spoon – stella

grace – not over yet

man with no name – paint a picture

dance 2 trance – power of american natives

quench – dreams

pete lazonby – sacred cycles

jam and spoon – follow me

art of trance – prana

westbam – wizards of the sonic

pete lazonby – sacred cycles

jens – loops and tings