Metropolis @ thewarehouseproject 04.11.11
Vowed I'd never go back to WHP since I actually walked out of there halfway through a wee while ago...,
(-can't be doing with; after 10 years traipsing up & down wet Manchester streets, dealing with guest lists & bouncers, piss-puddle loos in grotty packed over-priced venues; Being told when & where you can take your photos, who you can & can't shoot, how long you've got, whether or not you can use flash; Being told you don't have the right kind of wristband/pass, not being allowed on-stage when there's only a DJ performing, rant rant rant; when half the world & his cousin are filming it all on their mobile phones anyway; You're used to one or two gripes a night. It's normal, goes with the territory; but I found thewarehouseproject (after brief honeymoon period) to be just too overbearing, too controlling. Queues at the bar is one thing, but add to that queues for a cigarette & toilet. Over zealous Security. Sniffer dogs outside but Amyl Nitrate for sale inside. An occasional air of corporate Rave. Such organised fun is no fun at all-)
... but since this is the last 12-week run at its' Store Street venue and well, love it or loathe it (there be camps of equal size), WHP has been a game-changer for MCR clubland; so this months Metropolis event seems a good excuse as any to wave goodbye. Usual bouncer bullshit in the main room; "You can/can't take photos; Here but not There; You've got 5 minutes", So without a second thought said 'Feck it', and retired happily to the back room. I spent an entire night in the company of Mancunian heavyweights: Karmic Evolution kicks off the music & draws the sparse crowd in. Strategy treats the swelling numbers to a taste of Ballin' On A Budget before Tonn Piper takes to the stage to host a packed room for Sigma. Big bad drum'n'bass in tha house! Keeping the tempo high the First Lady herself Jenna G absolutely soulfully slays it, and is performance personified, in front of an adoring home crowd
Now there's a young producer working with a schoolboy hero. Chimpo & Trigga follow on. They play Old skool badman ting. Then, of course, their collaboration classic, the ubiquitous 'GAZA'. Another hour-for-the-veterans as MC Mad Rush hosts for familiar friends Mark XTC and Sappo going back-to-back. They soon refill a dwindling room & keep it rocking until MRK-1 behind the decks, the mighty Virus Syndicate storm the stage & give an explosive show-stealing performance
Keeping it Manc & rocking out the old Rave-piano, Silver & Prophecy AKA North Base with MC Longman plough on into the final hour for those remaining faithful. And they were plenty, the beatific blessed & bedraggled. Who needs the main room??
(-can't be doing with; after 10 years traipsing up & down wet Manchester streets, dealing with guest lists & bouncers, piss-puddle loos in grotty packed over-priced venues; Being told when & where you can take your photos, who you can & can't shoot, how long you've got, whether or not you can use flash; Being told you don't have the right kind of wristband/pass, not being allowed on-stage when there's only a DJ performing, rant rant rant; when half the world & his cousin are filming it all on their mobile phones anyway; You're used to one or two gripes a night. It's normal, goes with the territory; but I found thewarehouseproject (after brief honeymoon period) to be just too overbearing, too controlling. Queues at the bar is one thing, but add to that queues for a cigarette & toilet. Over zealous Security. Sniffer dogs outside but Amyl Nitrate for sale inside. An occasional air of corporate Rave. Such organised fun is no fun at all-)
... but since this is the last 12-week run at its' Store Street venue and well, love it or loathe it (there be camps of equal size), WHP has been a game-changer for MCR clubland; so this months Metropolis event seems a good excuse as any to wave goodbye. Usual bouncer bullshit in the main room; "You can/can't take photos; Here but not There; You've got 5 minutes", So without a second thought said 'Feck it', and retired happily to the back room. I spent an entire night in the company of Mancunian heavyweights: Karmic Evolution kicks off the music & draws the sparse crowd in. Strategy treats the swelling numbers to a taste of Ballin' On A Budget before Tonn Piper takes to the stage to host a packed room for Sigma. Big bad drum'n'bass in tha house! Keeping the tempo high the First Lady herself Jenna G absolutely soulfully slays it, and is performance personified, in front of an adoring home crowd
Now there's a young producer working with a schoolboy hero. Chimpo & Trigga follow on. They play Old skool badman ting. Then, of course, their collaboration classic, the ubiquitous 'GAZA'. Another hour-for-the-veterans as MC Mad Rush hosts for familiar friends Mark XTC and Sappo going back-to-back. They soon refill a dwindling room & keep it rocking until MRK-1 behind the decks, the mighty Virus Syndicate storm the stage & give an explosive show-stealing performance
Keeping it Manc & rocking out the old Rave-piano, Silver & Prophecy AKA North Base with MC Longman plough on into the final hour for those remaining faithful. And they were plenty, the beatific blessed & bedraggled. Who needs the main room??
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