Morning After the Night Before
Written by Michael
February 13, 2011 1:37 pm
It’s not often I just “write” for the site, it’s usually a review, interview or release of some sort. So today I thought it would be refreshing to actually…er, write. Last night I went to Hospitality at Digital in Brighton. Drum and Bass and Dubstep are not my most favoured genres of electronic music but they definitely have their place and few nights could rival Hospitality’s for the sheer extreme level of noise, ferociousness and debauchery. Yet, whilst taking elbows in the nose and the occasional foot stamp the event always remains in good spirits. That guy that just trod on your toe then puts his hand on your shoulder, mouthes a “Sorry mate” and gives you a thumbs up, before resuming his jumping up and down in some vague attempt to connect with the beats, they themselves being so fast and so energetic you wonder how anyone can keep up without suffering the mother of all heart attacks.
Of course what these nights are about is self-inflicted hedonism, if you’re not snorting the white stuff you’re downing jager bombs, and if you’re not doing that you’re sticking out more of a sore thumb then if Brahms turned up and asked if he could drop in a Violin or two. But whilst there is some degree of necessity to fit in the truly appreciate or take any enjoyment from these nights, I wouldn’t go so far as to call it peer pressure. In fact, I would say it’s down to your own choices, there is nobody else to blame. So when I woke up this morning with one ear seemingly deaf, the snot out of one of my nostrils stained with blood and my whole body feeling oily and sticky I didn’t think for one second that any of it was for any other reason than my own choice to have a good time with my mates.
Of all the acts the highlight for me was Danny Byrd. That may sound a tad predictable but up until the point he almost literally exploded onto the decks the night for me had been a bit of a “meh”, the kind of drum and bass that does little to set itself apart. But Byrd is refreshing, his DJ’ing is frenetic and his energy is simultaneously contagious, every scratch and drop unanimously synchronizing the crowd, suddenly you and all those around you are in beat, your sweat hair and sweaty bodies mashing together so the crowd is no longer a bunch of random twenty-something but a single throbbing entity.
Okay, I may have gone a bit far, he isn’t quite up there with the greats yet and I’m sure a lot of people are still going to be wondering who the hell he is and maybe thinking he isn’t really that good. So the jury is still out but the night as a whole can hardly be faulted. Next weekend though I’m going to save myself the physical destruction and calm down to Erol Alkan instead…