Mercedes Bunz

It is important to dance on top of the world from time to time, and we planned on going that night. Now in London this is not so easy. Like for example Fabric might be a club with an amazing soundsystem, but lacks the creative roughness of a Berlin club. Yes, I know I am spoiled from living there fore too long. But Fabric is a professional entertainment stage there to produce your clinical entertainment event, and events don’t like to be staged, the less in a clinical environment. Events like to catch you off guard to take action, connect with a crowd, and deny to follow a plan. Here goes the Saturday night, good bye top of the world, was what I was thinking.

Moderat – Rusty Nails (Shackleton Remix) by Nialler9

Suddenly the sound became thick, dense, and dark making its way across the whole range of the soundsystem. Soon its complexity, the one that made us dance, curated the crowd, sorted it out until only those who know moved across the dancefloor to the straight dubstep, here and there broken by a soundwall that gave way to new fragments of the musical structure, cut by a sharp twisted snare or accompanied by poetry.

This music tried to break the conventional structure of electronic music, the loop. A bit like the tracks of James Blake, it seemed to be composed in a new style, its fragments diffunding, playing with each other, interacting, behaving more like a tag cloud. The elements of the live set were not shifting in the foreground and background like usually in electronic music. It was engineered in a different way. New. We were standing in the music, dancing, making way, moving through an annoying, complex, beautiful, aggressive and pure sound. The soundtrack of the 21st century.

Sometimes In Autumn (Shackleton Remix) by ishmo kayor

When Shackleton finished playing his two hour live set, the crowd applauded very long, then left immidiatly. On our way home through the morning light, I finally understood what had happened, when A. said the words to describe what was going on: “I am shocked.”, she said. We were, and still exchanging comments full of joy on the next day. Oh, music.