Track of the Day

A bit more from some of the people from that documentary. Most of it was from before my time but I still enjoyed it. Must be so **** being younger at the moment with no clubs at all.

l’d typically be more into the e-fuelled sounds of 1990-92, but recently (maybe its an age thing) I’ve been digging out some slower, more chilled tunes from my collection. This one in particular is beaut

IAMAMORON wrote: »

I think as the scene progressed it naturally attracted more birds, but they want to dress up in club gear and look cool etc. Be honest a silver shiny trackie and a pair of Reeboks is not a "cool" look, at all.

I never commented on this part.

When you were packed into the Rave and flying, what anyone was wearing became irrelevant, that’s the turning point really, when you are going to be seen looking good, you are falling back into that old societal ritual which was about ego and your peers perception of you.

All I wore into the Asylum was runners for comfort dancing, pair of jeans and a Tshirt that would most likely be gone after the first hour because it was sweltering in the place.

No one gave a **** about vanity, it was about the positive tension between the Ravers.

IAMAMORON wrote: »

I heard the same about the sound system at the Asylum, a great place to play sounds by all accounts.

I also heard it was a dangerous kip and that the 3rd floor back room had people banging up, chasing dragons and all sorts..... hardly party time?

That’s all true,

But the main Dancefloor downstairs was incredible, the power the place produced when the likes of Ed Case or Jay Carey were playing at say 5am and banging out a track like Instant Zen – Plutonia, unreal.

IAMAMORON wrote: »

You can see why places such as the POD, Temple of Sound or the System existed. They may have been " clubby " but they were attractive to people who wanted to dress up and do their thingamajiggies in relative peace.

I can remember getting me head wrecked at raves with lads mauling me bird... off their chops. The shoulder rubbing got painful after a while. It basically became an avenue for a groping session.

You never got away rubbing the backs and shoulders off a part-time model with a heavy boyfriend down the "clubs"? But that is the way it went.

There were still great night in the bigger venues, Carl Cox at the RedBox stands out for me. I didn't get home till Tuesday morning.

Ahh, shoulder rubbing……. & Vicks!!!

If your telling me that you never managed to frequent the aforementioned venues, I am guessing perhaps due to age, if that so by the time you were out clubbing the Ecstasy had also taken a nose dive in quality by then.

The ecstasy that was about in 1992 – 1993 was top quality, even by the time we got to 1994 when the Asylum was in its peak the Ecstasy had already begun to be poorer in quality.

Getting someone rub your shoulders when you were out of it on a Mad Bastard, Yellow Callie, or original white doves created an unbelievable sensation that created that so much talked about Rush.

You would feel it all the way from your head right through every part of your body and it would grip you, I remember Clearly in the Olympic the Rush being so powerful it would literally make some people pass out, they would be carried by a few to the toilets and water be thrown all over their face etc until they came around and then back out for more.

After 1994 the Ecstasy was still good, but you needed a few of them to last all night and no way they could produce that power that the pills a few years earlier did.

I heard Liam Dollard mention the smell of Poppers in Sides, Fu$k me the rush that popper gave you was lethal, I was wary of it when flying as it could literally flatten you.

Some great images in this that really reflect what it was like.......

Sublime melody...

Not so much a track of the day but i just love the craziness, carefree of these raves in France. Brings me back for sure..

filmed at 9am, inside an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Paris. Location details were announced just a few hours before opening.

IAMAMORON wrote: »

Gone are the days of getting a bus into town for an hour and rumbling up to the Abbey Mall or Crown Alley or Merchants Arch and asking for the one that goes like do do do den den den dah dah ( yeah !! the one with the bass line that goes de de de de boom ? )etc. Happy times:).

Ahh yes, a favorite spot of mine i bought many a record in was Spin Dizzy records in Georges street arcade,

I would head into town on a Saturday morning catching the record shop as it just opened after being up all Friday night, scour through records for ages, when you have a few selected that you don’t know what they are but like the label (NOOM was always as safe bet and it would be like finding a bit of gold when you came across one) you then waited for the single turntable that was over at the counter to be free from the punter that was currently checking out his selection and then dive onto it, listening and moving the needle to the locations on the record where you could see the changes in the track because of the ‘noisiness’ of the grooves, you would have picked out about 10+ records and maybe bought 4 max.

You always felt really good about yourself when you took the time to do all of that and were headed home about 10 or 11am with a small bounty to be shared at some point in the coming days or weeks.

Skin yourself up a joint on the empty back seat top of the bus

TheAsYLuMkeY wrote: »

........but like the label (NOOM was always as safe bet and it would be like finding a bit of gold when you came across one)

I know its bad when your quoting yourself, but these are two of the NOOM tracks i still recall stumbling across in Spin Dizzy all those years ago that i still have, i was so thrilled when i actually heard it on the turntable at the counter at what i had just found, it was like you had just trumped everybody else in the shop with your find and also looking at the guy serving thinking in your head (I bet he wouldn't part with it if he knew what this record was!!)