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HeatUK 4th Birthday @ Brixton Academy reviewed
Reported by diehardjonte
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Submitted 12-10-05 18:33
From starting their days as a backyard party, HeatUK promotions have come a long way and now again turn towards the harder end of the scene to celebrate their fourth birthday. With djs like Eddie Halliwell, K90, Phil Reynolds, Ian Betts and Marc Frenchthey are set for some rocking tunes at one of London’s best and biggest venues, Brixon Academy. The line up provides you with a mix of djs with a greater variety than liquorice all sorts, leaving your mouth drooling after getting it. Nothing for the faint hearted, but hey, I haven’t heard anyone complaining so I don’t think it’s too hard for anyone. Add on the “as always” with Brixton, the happy crowd: the friendly people with smiles all round. No posers, no w*nkers, no snobs. It’s weird how a big club like this still can feel like a tight little family.
As always though, we never get there at the planned time, and there is always some poor b*stard that’s spent the best part of an hour outside silently cursing us for never showing up. This time we got to learn the lesson the hard way, as we arrived so late we missed what we thought would be one of the best sets of the night; Andy Whitby. Arriving at the foyer with only half his set remaining we are fuming. But as my mate so pleasantly puts it; stupidity must be punished, so, there we go.
Thankfully Whitby as always provides the beats and sets us up with an amazing build up for the rest of the night to come. But starting the night with one of the best djs on the line up?! I mean… what they thinking? The only thought that’s crossing my mind is that when this master had done his work, the rest of the night will deteriorate with the same speed as my personal hygiene… and trust me then it ain’t going to be at all pleasant.
Prove me wrong and I’ll love you forever, and proved me wrong they did, and maybe it was stupid of me to doubt it. After all, it was their birthday party and they could have made us cry if they wanted to. After Mr Whitby there was time for Alex Kidd but I only stayed for the beginning of his set and then went for a little wander to seep in the atmosphere of a massive birthday party. I managed to get lost and accidentally got to see a really good dj that I’d never heard before: Roosta, hiding away up in the VIP-bar and serving up some delicate tunes, managed to send me into a spontaneous stomping frenzy with some random dude standing next to me.
What Roosta played is very much my favourite music: hard fast beats with loads of tripping tunes in between, brilliantly presented from a very different dj. He’s not a jumpy dj, meaning he doesn’t move much. Nothing at all about him gave away the hard beats he was producing. It was like he wasn’t at all affected by the sound and energy was coming out under his fingers. It was though and I had a really good stomp. There is definitely “something about Roosta”, and nope, not at all what you might be thinking, you naughty people you, he hardly had any hair, so there you go. (For you who still are clueless, go rent the movie There’s Something About Mary and then re-read this article, maybe my lousy humour will actually come across for once).
I could have written this review and dropped loads of fancy names of things I don’t know anything about, stuff it full of the names of tunes, which I never remember, and the wicked techniques the djs use when mixing. But as I’m basically clueless I choose not to. Music will speak for itself, and I can only write about how it made me feel. Also it’s super hard to try and put down in words how it all really sounded, I mean, like you do in a cartoon. Words can’t really do that much unless you can hear the beats. Reading them won’t really work too well.
So, what was the theme of the night?! A desperate attempt to salvage this season? One last club night to go absolutely mad with the whole crew before the smart-arsed brains of our little group are handcuffed, shaved and dragged back to school with no hope of release until Xmas?? Not a bright outlook, so this evening had better to be pumping. When the music becomes your drug, then your nights out all of a sudden get your expectations up. You have only the weekends to fill your quota, so it has to be good. Life is too short to waste on bad music. So I won’t.
Making my way back downstairs Alex Kidd is still playing some mind numbing goodness but I’m in a hurry to get to the main arena for the king of the night Eddie Halliwell. He’s (only) been on the scene for about 3 years and yet he made Mixmag’s number 1 dj of the year in 2004. Master of all things though, trance via techno to hard house, he possesses technical fingers and manages to always play energetic and uplifting music, no matter what.
So, after all fine things created “Then was Eddie Halliwell”, I’m not sure how, but was aware of when. Please, next time, let it never end!!! We found the bounciest part of the main arena, and stayed there, frenetically jumping up and down never wanting the music to slow down or the crowd to stop smiling. I’m impressed. I’ve heard people talking over the summer but somehow it didn’t really sink in till the dude hits me right smack bang in the solar plexus with a fat beat and knocks me completely off balance. Then the f*cker doesn’t give me a chance to regain it either, for the best of two hours! Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely loved it, but I can’t find words extravagant enough to describe it, so pardon my bad English. Just picture me bouncing up and down to the beats, not being able to stop, realising, a bit proudly, that I have no idea my body could produce this much sweat! I’m not too sure this is altogether a good thing. I know it’s not when you meet new people! After all, you’d like them to remember you for something else then your odour. So couch potato or not, at least tonight I got my new personal trainer Eddie to give me a thorough workout.
It’s weird how your ears gorge themselves on music and how you choose what you like and don’t. Easily, I know within fractions of a tune if I’m going to like it or not. The beat will tell me. Still you can trick me by adding music, skilfully filling up the space in between the beats, making it richer and more tasteful, sort of layering a cake. Things will go down surprisingly well if you have the right filling to fit your taste buds. Oh!! How I hate to be a sucker, but sometimes you find yourself left with no other option, still loving it but deeply cursing yourself for giving in, letting them getting away with it, smiling, knowing they have you wrapped round their little fingers, dancing to their beats like a puppet slaving under strings they created by themselves.
I must admit, I’ve been very bad: I could not even make myself wander up to the balcony bar. Alright, I could have held myself at gunpoint, but not even I am stupid enough to fall for that. I’m sure you all did a brilliant job, but I was captured, caged and enslaved by the wicked beats produced in the main arena and the foyer.
Phil Reynolds was up next, back to back with Mr Ian Betts and surprisingly I did not like it. It might have been because it was such a change from the hard beats of Eddie H, or maybe cos it felt like there was no flow in the set. Or maybe I just went temporarily deaf. Lots of maybes… I though we’d be in for a real treat and I felt a little like a kid who’s bag of sweets just got snatched away before I got more then just a whiff of the contents. It was a bit of a mistake to have this set so far into the night, it could have done so much more being the intro set, the build up for the night, cos both these guys can play, and f*cking well too. Since my first night clubbing in London four years ago these two have been almost a standard in my club nights for at least a part of my mad weekend, so I can overlook it this time.
Joining the rest of the crew I make my way back to the foyer and there Justin Bourne was working up some sweat. I both love it and hate it when a dj captures me so I cannot leave, partly cos I know I’ll be missing out and yet hate having to stay so as not to miss a beat. But he won’t less me miss one, and even if it’s good pumping music, after a while it seems a little like it’s a record left on repeat and I start wishing he’ll actually miss one beat so to make it sound a little bit different to the tunes I just heard. There was nothing wrong with it really, it just got a bit monotonous after a while. I still love to watch him dj, with a big grin on, pumping out energy to the crowd
Next on the decks is The *Ting *, all right, she’s mad and we all know it. OK, she’s gorgeous too. We know that as well. And MAN, she can play her socks off. I’ve had her do that to me before so I have a guess on as to what’s coming. She starts out the set teasingly, like she knows we are tired and wants to lure us all into a false security that she won’t go hard on us this time. Willingly I let myself get tricked, after all it’s five in the morning, she knows we are knackered, this time she’ll be nice. Yeah right!!
After a quiet start she begins beating our lame bodies with pumping hard house… and we’re d*mned!! I just stopped sweating and after about 10 minutes my mate turns around with puppy dog eyes and says pleadingly, “when is this going to stop?!” “Never!” is my reply.
Girls are cruel, and this one is by far the worse. I’m loving it. You see I could never be a DJ, cos I love dancing hard and I doubt I’d have time to remember to work the decks, but this seems to be no problem for Madame *Ting*. She bounces, mixes, smiles and rocks harder then all the djs and clubbers put together and I bet you she could get me bouncing even when I’m 80 and have a spinal injury.
Sadly the set had to end and with only half an hour left there’s one option: Marc French in the main arena. I don’t think I can ever say something bad about Marc, probably not even if he played the mad frog for hours on end. Great guy, great music, great ending. Also at this stage of the night I’m actually grateful that he’s leaning towards the more slower beats and tunes then pumping it out hard. I simply cannot move my body. His set is finally over, the night is over, but what a night, so keep smiling!!! Oh and if you see a pair of muffins lying around, hand them over please. I spent the whole night chasing them, and they are mine!! Thanks for the party Heat and Happy Pumping Birthday!!
Thanks to Dz Boy, hellproof and chrisnico for the use of their pics.
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From: maliksta on 13th Oct 2005 03:56.37
~Nice Article...
Kudos to Damo Anton and of Course Pat Cobb for working their tails off to entertain the clubbers. The reason I love heat is because it was started by clubbers and always look out for the clubbers.. onwards and upwards.
From: Stevi D on 13th Oct 2005 10:03.17
Rock forth!!!! 
 Now bring on the Heat to Germany boat party, 4-6 Nov. Tickets are selling fast, get yours now by clicking on to www.heatuk.info
From: 00Frenchy on 14th Oct 2005 10:16.12
Thats it. Crazy frog to finish the next academy I think...
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