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So, Fairwell Then The Venue
Jun. 3rd, 2006 01:54 pmI wish I could say that Tokyoblu had gone out with a bang. Unfortunately though, it all seemed to go wrong somewhere.
The night started off well, with the Beatroot DJs playing some fantastic electro house to a sadly near-empty dance floor. The others in the room were quite happy to engage in some warm-up shenanigans. I even had one guy bowing down to me, rather bizarrely.
The lead up to the Tokyoblu band on the main stage also proved worthwhile, with plenty of lively funky house. Pepe Santamaria's energetic as ever percussion adding another payer of excitement to the proceedings and bringing the crowd to a frenzy by one o'clock.
Tokyoblu's six piece band put on a respectable show, with their trademark gliding bass and snaking guitar chords backed up once again with Pepe's infectious drumming. I can't say that this was the best I've heard them play, nor was the sound really as sharp as it should have been, but live house is always a pleasure to experience, offering an extra dimension of sensory feedback that vinyl can't match.
Sadly, this is where it started to fall apart. With the crowd psyched and the band off the stage, it was time for the DJs to pick up the baton and bring the party to a crescendo. Well, they dropped it. The last hour consisted of a staid and lifeless set on the main stage, with the Michigan DJs in the loft playing what appeared to be house lacking in any sense of coherency whatsoever. And this is coming from someone who thrives on hard techno. When it feels like your dancing despite rather than because of the music, something is just not right.
The crowd didn't help much either, being self-absorbed and uncommunicative. There's no fun in dancing beside a bunch of people who have no interest in talking or even making eye contact. Granted, I did get some smiles earlier in the evening, and a contingent of ravers from Club Michigan were indeed present, but the Lothian Road massive far outnumbered them.
And Tokyoblu used to be such a friendly place.
Well, one more weekend and that's The Venue gone. I've said my goodbye. To be perfectly honest, I'm too skint to do much clubbing this summer anyway. Fever at Ego is my new regular night. I'll be at the next one (24th June). Fake at Studio 24 sounds promising, but I'm going to have to miss its launch night for one reason or another. I'm sure I'll have time for the odd Ascension or two in there as well.
I must go to at least one free party.
~
No offense to Chris, who did an excellent job of cutting it to specification, but I don't think that my new hairstyle suits me.
The night started off well, with the Beatroot DJs playing some fantastic electro house to a sadly near-empty dance floor. The others in the room were quite happy to engage in some warm-up shenanigans. I even had one guy bowing down to me, rather bizarrely.
The lead up to the Tokyoblu band on the main stage also proved worthwhile, with plenty of lively funky house. Pepe Santamaria's energetic as ever percussion adding another payer of excitement to the proceedings and bringing the crowd to a frenzy by one o'clock.
Tokyoblu's six piece band put on a respectable show, with their trademark gliding bass and snaking guitar chords backed up once again with Pepe's infectious drumming. I can't say that this was the best I've heard them play, nor was the sound really as sharp as it should have been, but live house is always a pleasure to experience, offering an extra dimension of sensory feedback that vinyl can't match.
Sadly, this is where it started to fall apart. With the crowd psyched and the band off the stage, it was time for the DJs to pick up the baton and bring the party to a crescendo. Well, they dropped it. The last hour consisted of a staid and lifeless set on the main stage, with the Michigan DJs in the loft playing what appeared to be house lacking in any sense of coherency whatsoever. And this is coming from someone who thrives on hard techno. When it feels like your dancing despite rather than because of the music, something is just not right.
The crowd didn't help much either, being self-absorbed and uncommunicative. There's no fun in dancing beside a bunch of people who have no interest in talking or even making eye contact. Granted, I did get some smiles earlier in the evening, and a contingent of ravers from Club Michigan were indeed present, but the Lothian Road massive far outnumbered them.
And Tokyoblu used to be such a friendly place.
Well, one more weekend and that's The Venue gone. I've said my goodbye. To be perfectly honest, I'm too skint to do much clubbing this summer anyway. Fever at Ego is my new regular night. I'll be at the next one (24th June). Fake at Studio 24 sounds promising, but I'm going to have to miss its launch night for one reason or another. I'm sure I'll have time for the odd Ascension or two in there as well.
I must go to at least one free party.
~
No offense to Chris, who did an excellent job of cutting it to specification, but I don't think that my new hairstyle suits me.
