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Day One dance reviews
This page is provided only for information, it does not apply to the 2002 festival.
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Here we go...
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And they're off! The whole site has just shifted up a couple of gears and the dance tent is no exception. Check out the reviews below for some of our faves, complete with amusing pictures.
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Luke Vibert and BJ Cole
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Following groovy, techy and trancey sets by the likes of Element, Manchild and Toby Marks, we are treated to breaks and weirdbeat action. The (uneven grass) dancefloor is already looking good, and despite the initial whinge-chants of "it's tooo biiiigg..." there are more than enough people within the walls to call it a party. From dark, messy breakbeats to slide guitar scratching courtesy of Mr Cole, they move the crowd in style. It's all over far too soon but the infectious bounciness of the last track has everyone jumping around like the mad fools we are.
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Felix Da Housecat
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Monsieur le Housecat keeps things banging and uplifting with hooj choons for the assembled masses. Running the gauntlet from funky to dark and tribal, the unifying factors are pumping basslines and hard, pounding drums. Podium girlies give it everything they've got, providing a diversion from the fact that Felix himself is stashed away in a DJ booth somewhere off the main stage. People in the tent are increasing by the second, but there is still room to " 'ave it large", as they say in all the best circles, without inflicting serious harm on your co-dancers. The dance tent boogie boys and girls are taking full advantage of this, with an entirely appropriate soundtrack, as you can see below.
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Eat Static
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Eat Static are the acid techno bastard son of Ozric Tentacles. They take the layering, diverse soundscape approach of the Ozrics and turn itr into something much, much darker...Tribal rhythms envelop the crowd, dragging everyone into a morass of heaving dance mania. We are all part of one big fat bassline, moving in unison, powerful and primal. The UV-lit palm tree appendages on the roof of the tent lend the place that Brazilian jungly kind of feel; we are the tribesmen. If this sounds like just another cheesy rave story, bear in mind I don't take pills and techno's not usually my area of expertise. So there you go. Of course there are the customary mad laser shenanigans adding to the effect, and the crowd love it.
Marilyn Kahan
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