Once inside however surreal colours threatened to subdue the warm glow from the old factory’s brick work, thick steel piping wound round from the microbrewery to the bar which was passed through only briefly before descending into the very bowels of the building for the inauguration party.
This evening’s Professor Woland, the ringmaster overseeing this cult gathering, was last week’s interviewee Martin Nardone – aka le Freak Selector - manipulating the airwaves along with his cast of sidekicks, chief of which was the much talked about Reactable, throbbing, Tardis-like, with an effervescent, otherworldly light. Alongside him was Saxattack, whose name rivals The Edge in the needlessly epic stakes, acting as the haunting tenor to Le Freak Selector’s thunder, the howling of the Saxophone scything through the high ceilinged cellar. Urban art projected onto the walls was interrupted by the sharp blue lasers punching through the gloom, these two combined with the warped galactic visions to disorientate the audience in time and space, only the white light shining from three half eaten apples hinting at the ubiquity of their source. These effects combined to capture the audience, trapping us in a suffocating, amnesial reverie worthy of a Marquez novel, we floated lightly on the gusts of sound and light into the waiting arms of dawn.
Check out the interview we had with Martin eNe aka. Le Freak Selector here