Amps Actually, I don’t remember him being resident at all. It’s just the beginning of that Essential Mix said it.
When I first went, pretty sure the flyer said Residents: Paul Oakenfold, Nick Warren, Paul Bleasdale, percussion by Mav. That will have been late ’97.
Then Steve Lawler took over from Warren, then Fontaine took over from Oakenfold, then Yousef took over from Lawler, that will have been around 2002 and at that point a lot of people I knew seemed to stop going.
Lawler knocking out the big bang tribal?
I would have been all over that.
LT42 bro i read ur post, i read it slow, i read it twice, and every time i feel my genitals shrink in protest, like they say “we no reproduce in species like this”, cos what u write is not review, is not opinion, is confession — confession of man who never made girl sweat from waist down, only ever hold hands in club then go home play sasha mix in flannel pyjama, cos too scared to hear track with hips, track with stank, track with smell, track that know it’s nasty and like it, but no — u want cleansed atmosphere, like rave is crime scene, and u forensic scientist who remove bassline with rubber glove and say “don’t worry everyone, i disinfected the vibe”. u say Funky Green Dogs is “shite” — no bro, what shite is ur libido, ur pulse, ur weak arse pelvis movement that get offended when groove too black, too gay, too real, cos that murk boys sound, that miami filth, that darkroom rhythm, that stank house from swamps with grease still on it — it scare u, cos u never fuck with light off, never been ridden to filter sweep, u never made mistake on dancefloor that turn into marriage or police report.
and what this line — “monged casuals” — u think u special? u think u better? bro u describe ppl in heaven and u mad they didn’t invite u. u mad cos their face melt from bass and u still standing there like librarian with MDMA allergy waiting for sasha to do key change like it symphony not session.
they play Funky Green Dogs and kitchen become club.
they moan. they whine. they arch back.
u hear that and u change the tune??
this not taste. this war crime. this genocide of groove.
u not selector — u cultural narc.
and this “Horse Careful” tune — already sound like beige spreadsheet. u listen to that and feel safe, u feel clean, u feel middle class again, like world make sense, like London rent is justified cos kick is so tasteful — bro ur dick dry. ur heart dry. ur whole vibe like gluten-free puff pastry.
what u hate is not sound.
what u hate is that someone out there fuck harder than u ever will.
I can’t see LT coming back from this one.
Dave’s worst alias ever.
I’ve not seen the repeated use of text speak for a while on here
bosstrabs That’s one hell of a track listing. The Ryder in his pomp around this time period.
This is pure poetry!
