What happened?...it went too fast!
Yes sir! Tiredness somehow seems irrelevant to moan about here.
The flashing strobes, the blurred imagery of décor and video swirls in our minds.
The continuous unadulterated movement of people, lost in their off-loading of the passing week, now released into full-blown manic adrenaline.
Energy is there to exhale into this. A powerful mix of psy trance at times bordering on techno.
Electronica with soul that works deep into our psyches.

But sometimes too uncaring as well in it’s machine-like thump, crash, bang and whizz of echoes bouncing off the walls. This aggression of the senses never ceased. We soaked it up with all present there, sharing imaginative expression together in a veiled solidarity of purpose.
I know I danced as if it was my first party. I danced as if there was no tomorrow, no week ahead. I danced as if I was in a squat party that had found its niche for the first time in a club environment. A place down a cut-throat street in Southwark.

Contra-culture comes to Jack’s without having to look over its shoulder all night. This is a place where fresh anarchic creativity and attitude in motion is welcomed and tolerated by all. There are no rules: there is just the music and the company to guide us all into that “unwind mode”.

On the down note, the chill out room was a tad too dark and felt oppressive because the rich decorations there were somehow visually disconcerting in relation to the dub and reggae beats that trespassed the progressive electronic landscape. In effect, there was a lack of continuity. It was indeed hard to relax sometimes or even to keep dancing in front of the cosmic DJ booth. Well except for those heavy trippers who enjoy mixing heavy bass beats alongside progressive beats.
Why? To me that’s like mixing E=MC2 versus Ragamuffin! Innit?!
It was unfortunate (sic) hiccup as the overall set up was good. It went from electro to minimal techno throughout the night, with varying high points, caused essentially by the intrusiveness of the reggae. It jolted us to flee in a hurry from our reverie of astral flight back to the main room’s action.

Sometimes the mix worked yes, but it was too often too disjointed from one DJ to another. Yes, puzzling because of their choice of tunes. Often too strong to chill to because the (ethnic) bass sound was distorting the flow of the electro-science rhythms with an upsetting regularity. But there were plenty of other good rhythms and poetry there to glide to.

The main room won hands down for its consistency. Loads of respect goes to Compressor and his mates who kept the momentum alive there well into the Sunday morning. This is a party here that works but needs to improve the mood of it’s chill out room. It needs to define a structure of “order of play” for it’s DJs. Too much distortion in the rate of volume which also needs to be addressed so that all the contrasting styles can work properly. This is not by any means a major problem though. This is a winning formula, which is well attended by all who dig psy. A party that will be talked about for ages until we meet again at Jack’s.
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