Daniel K Founding then flouncing member of the ''HF Elite''.
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Nick Rockliffe wrote on 06-11-2010 02:43 PM
I did once, kinda but this was in a shitty high street local club. Why I was there to begin with isn't important.
After hours of cheap booze and shit music to my surprise the DJ suddenly presented us Prodigy, Smack My Bitch Up; I stomped like a bitch and it came to the moment of the breakdown, hypnotic swirling synths and chanting providing you the euphoria of what is simply the greatest drop ever produced, the snare rolls hit and my heart races, I close my eyes and look up and take a deep breathe then the voice sounds "SMACK MY BITCH UP". I'm just about to scream with joy and bust out the moves as the first kick drum pounds my chest but suddenly It's like I am bottled from behind by some chav scum and the DJ cuts the track and in comes
I had never been so disgusted in my life, I felt sick and so did my mate, the look on our faces was like we had just witness the DJ rape a small child, that is certainly how it felt. We were so disgusted we left immediately and went to turnmills!
I think there's an echo in this thread!
That sounds horrific. Where was it? I used to go to such clubs when I was a student but thankfully they never did things like that.
The usually played Out of Space afterwards. In the course of the night would get DJ Marky LK and other cool tunes that escape me at the moment.
I once left turnmills because they played an eletcro house remix of man with the red face. It had been a really shit generic electro house night anyway, in all four rooms it was disgusting. So I went to Fire for more of the same.
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06-11-2010 16:14 PM
