Proceedings started off smoothly with a great set from Dam'age, who's selection proved top draw accompanied by Lady Emz and MC R- Vee on vocals who flowed nicely over the beats throughout (sadly the mics were not recorded so only those who were there will have experienced the full sounds and for that, we apologise).
The second DJ to step up to the 1's and 2's was the greatly anticipated DJ Fabio who swept the crowds into a frenzy, reminding everyone why he is revered as such a great selector, pioneer and creator of the liquid funk movement. Fabio was pure class, proven mainly by the reaction he received and we only wished he could have played longer.
The music was epic and as the fireworks raced over our heads the beats rolled with a force that did them justice. Enjoy the recordings and we'll see you for more next year!
*Thanks goes out to Dave and Pete from Dab Sound, MC R-VEE and Lady Emz for the lyrics. Minoo for the photos and the Funktion 1 gang for the banging system, Dam'age and Fabio for the beats and all the staff at El Chiringuito Relevant and last but not least all those who came down to support, you all made it a great and memorable night.
Memories of San Joan
Loud bangs like cracking gunshos reverberated down the walkway. Cries of celebration echoed around us and were preceded by the cackles of merry laughter beyond. The hordes, in their numbers, cocooned by the air of pulsating chatter, would stoke us well until the early hours of the morning.
Larger than life itself, we spilt onto the beach like a truck-load full of champagne. We were the soul of our party, bubbling and fizzing and jumping like a chemical reaction ready to explode.
The night was young and we were alive and full of love. The air was warm and it held in its grasp the thick, musty scent of gun powder. Large columns of speaker stood high like giant robotic figures in the sand, their calling was clear and tempestuous and, like sailors to a calling siren we were drawn in like a moths to flames.
Cocktails of ferociously bright colours flew passed us, carried in gripped clenches of feverish party masses flocking to the next spectacle, their eyes bright and hungry for the dance.
The bars on the beach lit up like a houses ablaze in fluorescent energetic flames, their sounds rolling down the sand banks to the seas edge. The shapes of dancers in the distance flitted like souls released from the caverns of eternity, and we could feel them all, exuberant, prolific, free.
These were unforgettable moments, the best. We laughed harder than we thought possible. We forgot all our pains of boredom and anxiety. We were soothed by the music itself and we danced like tribal beings until the sun rose up from the backbone our facing oceans. Our feet which had danced to the beat of the drum for what seemed like an eternity became warm with the heat of the sun, and carried us home to sleep.
