Nex Level@The Que Club, Birmingham - 22/09/01 It looked to be an absolutely awesome night of drum and bass with a list as long as your arm of legendary DNB DJs like Ray Keith, Andy C, Brockie and so it goes on. It was to be all nighter (10pm-6am) in celebration of my best friend's 21st birthday and as it got closer there was an almighty build up of excitement and enthusiasm, I thought someone was going to explode, namely myself (ok, a bit of an exaggeration). Being a regular at Flashback, an underground dance event also held at the legendary Que Club, I was sure that Nex Level would prove to be just as good, if not better. The venue is superb containing: - One massive main arena with a stage and balconies that is always well decorated in neon designs - Two smaller arenas for slightly smaller name DJs and the less popular genres of dance music - An enormous seated chill-out area with a juice bar - A cafe selling fast food, a range of fruit and snacks - Lots of flushing toilets that actually have...drumroll....toilet paper - A number of bars selling alcohol until 2am - Tight security and paramedics should anything go wrong. When we arrived in Birmingham at about 11.30pm after a 50 mile drive, it was a surprise to be able to park right outside of the club - normally the closest available parking is about ten minutes walk away. There wasn't a queue so we went straight in for the vigorous frisking from security and then up the stairs into the body of the venue. Weirdly enough the two smaller arenas were closed off with temporary metal fencing and there wasn't the usual traffic jam of ecstatic giggling ravers in the foyer area. It was eerily quiet except for the skeleton rattling sub bass that was emitting from the main arena, which was where we all raced like ants to our queen. Drum and Bass God, Ray Keith, was halfway through his set and there were about fifty people in a room with a capaci
ty of just under a thousand (it appeared that most of that fifty were on the guest list). It was pretty bare to say the least although it provided the opportunity to dance without jumping on anyone's toes, which I suppose was a bonus. For the last twenty five minutes of the set Ray Keith was barely visible - he seemed to be spending most of his time chatting to the crew at the side of the stage rather than mixing records. Quite a few times he beat mixed one record into another and then left that record spinning, there was no sign of his trade mark mixing genius. The set, or what I saw of it, seemed really lazy and i'd guess that the poor turn out wasn't exactly encouraging him to do better. According to the line-up on the door outside the main arena, Ray Keith was supposed to be mixing back to back with Andy C but I certainly didn't see anything like that unless it happened at the beginning of Ray Keith's set (which would be a bit unusual, back to back normally happens all the way through the set or towards the end). Ray Keith redeemed himself slightly by finishing in style with Renegade Terrorist, track one on his Vintage Dread CD. The enormous stack spewed out the filthy bass underneath that well known just in tune piano motif, and everyone drowned in waves of musical exultation. Next in line was Andy C (not back to back!) and he seemed even more unenthused than Ray Keith, he spent way too long choosing his records and not enough time mixing and manipulating them. By this time the complete lack of energy from the DJs was rubbing off onto us so we went for a wander around the Que Club, heading for the chill-out room (I wondered if that was where everyone was hiding themselves!) but alas it was shut and padlocked. So much for the seated chill-out area advertised on the flyer! Arena Two was even more of a joke being situated on the back of the main arena in a spacious bar. The sounds from the main arena we
re bleeding through into arena two (where the sound system was about a quater of the size of that in the main arena) and caused a nasty collision between beats and bass that was indistinguishable as any kind of tune. Arena three which was just off the corridor that runs alongside the main arena wasn't as bad, although i certainly wouldn't call it an arena as was advertised - I've seen bigger toilets. The tunes were audible and there was more energy in there than anywhere else in the building. We had finally found out where everyone else was hiding - all five of them! I realise that this opinion seems extremely negative and cynical but when one has paid £16 plus booking fee for a ticket, £20 on petrol and wasted time travelling up there and back, it does tend to make one extremely bitter. The night wasn't as advertised: - There wasn't a seated chill-out area - there was a cafe with seats but it was more chilly zone than chill-out (there were loads of drafts!) - There was one arena and two rooms playing music, not three arenas as advertised - The music in one of the rooms was inaudible due to bad positioning so really there was one arena and one room playing what was audible as music. £16 plus booking fee isn't easy to get hold of when you're a student like myself and the rest of my group of ravers. It was also a major disappointment to the birthday girl (you're only 21 once) and I was ashamed to have suggested that we go there. We ended up leaving about two hours after arriving because it was that bad - so much for an all nighter. I did actually e-mail the organisers of the event alerting them to the fact that I was really disappointed with the whole affair and that they falsely advertised as I have written above. Unfortunately they didn't seem particularly bothered as they haven't replied. This event was particularly badly organised and gives the Drum and Bass scene a dyi
ng reputation but DRUM AND BASS LIVES ON.
Now I am not the oldest person going out clubbing any means, I am barely legal in fact, however I have been going for quite a while, I have been going to the same club every Friday for about 10 months, as it is the only place in my rubbish town of Chester that plays the music that I want to hear. But it is recently that I have been looking round and thinking ‘my god I am old’. Going out in the evening has almost turned into a teen fest, the club I went into on Thursday night I think I was probably the oldest person in there. And some of the girls around were as young as 14-15. I ask you what is going on with society. Now I realise people are maturing at a younger age nowadays, or at least they would like to think that they are, but I am damn sure that I would have not been allowed clubbing at 14 years of age, my parents would just not have allowed it. And surely it is slightly more acceptable for lads to go out than girls, due to the fact that a lad has more chance of being able to defend himself in a club than a girl. For instance, let me make a scenario, you have a girl, she has got a little bit drunk, as most girls seem to do off about 3 Bacardi’s (a big generalisation, but I am afraid it is true) anyway, she is feeling the influence a bit, when some very drunk guy makes an approach on her, he is about 21 or something, so he has about 7 years on her. She tells him she isn’t interested, but he won’t take no for an answer. (which is another sad state of affairs at clubs) He starts getting a bit over friendly and starts feeling her up and stuff. Who knows what could happen outside? And she wouldn’t be able to defend herself at all. In my mind I have raised another couple of points that I want to address, even though they have nothing to do with my first point, this is turning into a bit of a ramble. I have been taking my girlfriend clubbing with me each week while I was with her, now
I will admit that she is stunning, maybe a bit too good looking for her own good to be honest, this got me in so much trouble. It has been virtually every week when a guy has come up to her, and she has told him to go away, but he wouldn’t, and started feeling her up, she is 18 but very small, so she can’t defend herself. Well I always dance fairly near her in case something like that happens. And it normally does. I then have to step over and make the guy know that the girl he is attempting to pull is my girl, this can get a few responses, the guy will just walk off, the guy will get violent with me, or the guy will keep on trying to pull my girl. What is wrong with blokes? I just do not understand, well the end result of this, is I have been getting in a fight outside the club or inside the club virtually every week for the past two months, sad but true. Fortunately I am not a small bloke, and seeing as I have been going to the same club every week for 10 months I know virtually everyone. So, I have escaped with any cuts at all. How did I get here? Ah yeah, the age of people being allowed into clubs, well I am now going to have a moan at the bouncers. The bouncers think they are doing the younguns a favour by letting them in, but they are not at all, they are causing problems, and if the bouncers do let the kids in, it should be their responsibility to make sure that the kids are ok, they do not get in fights, or get unwanted attention, okay so it sounds a bit over the top, but that is what I think should be happening. Most clubs do not employ enough Bouncers anyway; there is only one club in Chester that has enough bouncers to deal with trouble and that is Brannigans, as much as I hate the place. I really have no idea where I am going with this review, I think it was mainly just a ramble for myself, as I do enjoy just writing all this stuff out, and getting it off my chest. MrT
If you really like your hard/progressive house/trance then you will love this place. The rush of euphoria i got the first time i went was phenomenal, and drove me back there again. You arrive at the location after crossing the M62 on a narrow private bridge and down a country road, it feels like you going to an unknown rave or something. This location is great though as it means you dont get any of the lager lads falling out of the pubs which would if in an urban location. Its held in a hall hidden in the trees just visible from the car park where there is already an atmosphere building as clubbers meet up with other clubbers. There is nothing special in the decor of this club, in fact parts of look kinda shabby, but we are not there for an edition of Changing Rooms are we. Walking in through the entrance brings you in to the upstairs room where it tends to be a bit less busy than downstairs, but still quality music bangs out. The main event happens down a narrow staircase, which can get a bit congested, in a frenzied room of mayhem. The crowd which go really appreciate their music and they show it urging the dj on, a few glowsticks in the air, cyberkids uv gear glowing around you, this room is pumped. At the end of the room is a chill out area with a nice double bed!, chairs and the like where the casualties of the night and those getting a breather all pack in and chat (most likely gibberish but it is friendly gibberish), gurn, y'kno the score. In short for this night - i love, they love it, we all love it, and so will you!
Club M (formerly the Whitehouse) is situated on Newmarket high street and is quite difficult to miss. It is a converted theatre and the steps up to the entrance make the place look quite grand. Once you enter the club you are faced with the reception area, which doubles as a chill out room later in the night, and as they don't close the front doors it is certainly chilly. The choice you are now faced with are the toilets, the staircase down to the basement that is room 2, or 2 doors that both lead into the main room. If you go through either one of these doors you enter the main room from behind the DJ box, one door one side, the other for the other side. The dancefloor is in the centre of the room and is of a good size, there is a large stage at the front that often has live percussion on it, and also podiums on either side for those who like to be watched. At the back of the room is a long bar, above which is a balcony that holds another bar and some more toilets. The dancefloor is sunk into the ground and has a rail surrounding 3/4 of it from which you can watch the proceedings on the dancefloor. The DJ box is raised and you have a good view of what he is doing from anywhere in the room. Behind them is a visual display and high up near the ceiling is a small balcony where spot lighted dancers perform. The lighting is very good in this room with a lot of trackers focussed on the danceloor. The soundsystem is also wicked, not too loud round the sides but kicking on the dancefloor. Downstairs is room 2, this has a small bar, where food is available for those who can't go 3 hours without eating, a small dancefloor and lots of seating. The low ceiling downstairs gives a very intimate feeling and as the residents know just what the crowd want down there it is often a better atmosphere than the one upstairs. The only disadvantage to this small room is that it often gets very smoky due to the lack of air conditioning, that could really
be done with sorting out. The music policies are as follows: Thursday : cheese Friday: garage Saturday : hard house/ trance upstairs, funky house downstairs. It is £10 to get in on a Saturday but I'm not sure about the other days, and it closes at 2, though they sometimes extend this to 3. On Fridays they get some quite big names in the garage world, such as Norris 'da boss' Windross and Jason Kaye. On Saturdays they have various different promoters in so it's best to check if your a bit fussy about your music, but the residents are all good. I've been going to this club since I started clubbing nearly 4 years a go, I still remember the first time I went, on the guestlist, to see Judge Jules and John Kelly, it was great, the first club that I ever went to and I continued going most weekends for the next year and a half. Then the club shutdown for a refurbishment and when it reopened they had ruined it, it lost all it's atmosphere and eventually had to close. A year a go it reopened and since then I've been every chance that I get, which is not too often as I am a student in Leeds, 200 miles away. Everytime I have been has been a great night, the atmosphere is amazing, and the layout and structure of the club is one of the best I have been to. The place holds many great memories for me and my friends and hopefully it will make many more. For these reasons I think that it is one of the best clubs in the country, a fact recognised by Mixmag in 1997, as it made it small club of the year. But now after several extensions it has a capacity of about 1000, making it rather large. It is easily the best club in East Anglia (though there's not much competition) and if you like house music in a wicked club you should certainly give it a go. See you down the front.
Hello! I'm writing about Camden Palace again. I know I love the place but this is one club night to check out. It's called Frantic and the music is hard house/ Nu NRG Trance. Quality top DJ's and an amazing atmosphere. I went on Saturday May 12th and it was brilliant. The DJ’s playing were Andy Farley, Matt Clarke, Phil Reynolds, Spencer Freeland and many more top Hard house DJ’s. I took one of my friends who had never been clubbing in London before. She’d never even listened to the music before and she loved it. She told me “You’ve converted me! I’m going clubbing all the time now!” And before you ask, no she did not do any drugs whatsoever. She loved it based on the music and atmosphere. But then you might not enjoy a place like this if you don’t listen to the music properly, want to pull, like to get drunk and are too self conscious about the way you look. This is a place where everyone is friendly, there’s no attitude and you can dance however you want, as long as you want without anyone laughing at you! It started at 9pm and ended at 6am. Tickets cost £14 with £1.80 booking fee (online) P.S. I am not writing about the club – just the night. Camden Palace has it’s own section! Anyone else been to Frantic? Opinions welcome!
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Sankey Soaps "Golden" night in Manchester or The Voids "Golden" night in Stoke? Forget Manchester! It lacks atmosphere, lighting and space. The Void has everything Manchester lacks. Sheets of lasers and lights flicker through the darkness and the place is packed with enthusiastic clubbers. Less is more in terms of dress and if glow sticks take your fancy go for it. Various raised platforms to get yourself noticed, yet not the place for pulling as everyone's there to dance. I recommend getting on the guest list before hand as is saves a long and very slow queue.
well i haven't been there in years but i can tell u that when i went it was i smashing night . apart from the ferry home that was quite trippy i really need money to go out being a student so please get your friends to read this and thank you for reading it god i hope this is 75 words bye bye love monkeebluee XXX hjhasueo nsutrorjw jio3uqdsam ejweke idowie eie e dkowe euwi d uw djow e euw e whoqw 3wj e eoe im getting lots of erreors here and i don't like it one little bit
GOd's kitchen moved to Code in digbeth street on the 29th of september and the club itself is superb. The music was superb and they have an awsome line up, except Alex P and Brandon Block didn't show up on Friday 13th when i went. Although Fergie was there and played superb Hard house. the best i have danced to in a long time. The decor of the club is amazing and there is a wide range of clubbers there from wackos and crazies to the more functional shirt and slacks Glowsticks, luminous glows and flashing lights dominate the dancefloor, and dancers on the stage as well as fire jugglers and stilt walkers amuse you if nothing else. The drinks are a reasonable price too... £3 for a bottle of smirnoff ice and £2 for a bottle of CODE branded water. The club goes on from 9.30 to 4 although you had best get there early because the club operate a 'one in,one out' system because of its popularity. The club though smaller than fellow giants such as Ministry and Cream is in my opinion on a par with them and definately brings birmingham into the 21st century of clubbing.
The Crypt is probably the worst club I have ever been to. It is part of the Tullymore House complex in Ballymena, Northern Ireland, and is now owned by Kiss 106. Hopefully, now that the club is under new management, the place will liven up, as they are currently trying to promote the club. However, the last time I went which was about 3 weeks ago, I seen about 20 people. No wonder it is called the crypt - the place is dead! At the minute, the music is great, but the place has no atmosphere - it may aswel be a pub, because no-one uses the dancefloor, and only one of the two bars, in the small club is open a night. I hope the place changes, and fast, because in Ballymena are currently lacking a club, now that the Pub/Club McSwiggans has been closed down. What the Crypt really needs is a complete overhaul. It should be closed down for a month or two, an extension built, and the place should be completely rennovated! The place at the minute is pants.
I've been to Stringfellows twice and frankly I'm unimpressed. Both times I went with a group from University, which had free tickets to get in. The first time we went, there was a certain novelty value to it but that was it. I can't remember why I went the second time, though it was probably in order to meet up with friends who had moved on to London. In the end on that occasion we left and went to the Wag instead. Why do I dislike this club? It isn't that a beer cost a fiver, or that there are naked men and women gyrating for the amusement of city types, though those features certainly stick in the mind. I think that the worst aspects of this club is that the music is too rubbish to dance to yet is played too loud to have a conversation; and the staff are rude (and by nightclub standards that is saying something). Peter Stringfellow has been very successful at creating a club which the only reason people go to is in order to say they've been. Nonetheless, my advice is don't waste your money.
What is it about the monthly Montepulciano soiree, that so encourages those involved to interact with each other? Is it the sheer friendliness of the attendees? Is it the fact that for a woefully short time each month, they have a chance to enjoy stimulating and sparkling conversation with like minded revellers? Is it the seductive encouragement of the music played? Or the blatant geniality of the hosts? Perhaps it's the inexpensive champagne. Or the fact that those who pop along make an effort with their appearance, and together make the most beautiful crowd in London. Hmmm. All of these things certainly contribute to the easy flow of conversation and the social coupling of the Montepulciano ladies and gentlemen. But surely, it's the lack of adequate toilet facilities for the ladies in attendance that's the most likely culprit. For they are then forced to queue up in the gents, and are given the golden opportunity to make conversation with the males in a rather intimate, and sometimes bawdy location
Billed as the greatest clubbing experience London has ever known, Fabric is nothing but a disappointment. I'd been excited about this 'superclub' since I first heard of its development, over two years ago. It's about time the capital had a large venue that can attract big-name DJs, like in the old days! So when I went I was excited, on top form and in the right frame of mind for a really good night out. Firstly, the place has seriously fascist door policy, with strict rules about what to wear and what you look like. For me, this goes against everything I believe is the true spirit of club culture, which should be one of inclusion, not exclusion. What's more, this kind of policy means you end up with a venue full of overdressed, pretentious twentysomethings who don't want to dance in case they happen to sweat, and are there purely to be seen, not to have a good time. Still, at least the club obliges by having the lights very bright - so you can't 'lose yourself' in the (admittedly great) music anyway, because it's just too light. What a waste. When I went, the door staff were aggressive, rude and as full of attitude as the clientele; not the best start, especially when you are about to hand over a princely £15. And the location of the club means that most people will have spent that much again on a cab to get there, too. The worst thing about Fabric is that it is seriously overcrowded - and friends tell me it's like that nearly every night. Not only is this dangerous and greedy, it spoils everyone's fun, as the place overheats rapidly (crap air-conditioning), meaning you can't dance even if you want to, as there simply isn't any room! And if, like me, you're on the short side, you can't even see anything apart from people's shoulders anyway - a large room packed with people is a large room packed with people, wherever you are. Saying the drinks are overpriced is an obvious
point - of course they are, so don't expect any favours at the bar. And speaking of bars, that's pretty much what it is. A large, pretentious, expensive bar, not a club at all. If you like getting dressed up, showing off, being ripped off, feeling overcrowded and not dancing, you'll love Fabric. But if you consider yourself a real 'clubber', my advice is to steer well clear.
Picture the scene... You walk into the club... you suddenly realise you're knee-deep in piss. You don't even want to know what that girl in the corner is snorting.. there's people rolling joints in the corner. But the music's good. Blur - Song 2 comes on and you feel at home... a little later it's Nirvana - Smells Like Teen Spirit. I like this place! All around are strange looking people in stranger looking clothes. There is a definite mosher theme here.. I decide to get a drink. It's served in a plastic beaker... kinda fits in with the underage people here... The drinks begin to take effect. Your bladder weakens.. time for the bog... but they're even worse.... you really dont want me to describe them. Just one word.... unpleasant. So how the hell can i recommend this place? Well, one word. Atmosphere. TJs is the only place in Newport I've been and not had the offer of a fight. The mucis is superb. Tis a cool place. It's alternative, not the usual people you get at places like Voodoo and Zanzibar (anathema to me). Check it out.. but make sure you wear wellies!