It was a Sunday. Mega hot. Mega sunny. The kind of weather that instantly sets the mood to 10/10. I rocked up around 2pm, already buzzing, and the first thing that gagged me? The decks. A full 360 setup. I’m a S*ut for a circular energy, so immediately thought we were off to a great start. The heat of the sun combined with constant pulsing of the crowd – it blended into this heady, musky sweetness.
The scent of sweat and skin in the sun: real, raw, alive. Then I spotted her. The Look of the day. She had an asymmetric skirt vibe going on, with a silver bikini top peeking through a studded tank, and to top it all off… the most insane pair of Isabel Marrant wedges. Obviously, I had to run up to her and tell her how iconic she looked. At that point, I though yepppp this is going to be my type of crowd.
The crowd started off slow, easing in. Then MRD hit the decks. Chaos. Cig in hand, blue hair glinting under the sun – he was so effortlessly cool. The crowd snapped into formation: bodies turned inward, arms went up, collectively melting into the sound. The high BPM tunes were so emotionally charged, I felt flooded with energy (visceral yet transcendent). And then – Mura Masa. Banger after banger. Each drop sent the crowd into a mini eruption. It felt so tribal. The sound sat at the intersection of a constant push-pull dynamic: romantic melodies layered with sharp, percussive elements that gave a bite.
By 5pm, the hangry hit. I grabbed my mate and headed out on a mission – Sainos run. Bushes, stinging nettles, a wild pee break rudely interrupted by a cyclist (apologies for making you ride into the tree from the shock of seeing our arse cheeks) – but finally: fuel secured. Protein bar. Water. Ready for round two. Walking back in… the placed had exploded. It was shoulder to shoulder, bodies pressed close, the air thick with humidity and bass. You didn’t quite walk through the crowd, you flowed. The crowd swallowed you whole. Every surface vibrated with sounds. Then out of nowhere, I get stopped- a Dazed photographer. She grinned and handed me a ‘Live From Earth’ tee. “You look so sick, throw this on,” she said. I didn’t really have much time to process- slipped the tee over my head and started whipping my hair around while being photographed. A main character moment.
Backstage was next. I went to congratulate MRD on his set and met with Rada, who was getting ready to go on. Naturally, hyped her up. She was serving with the look; grey polo shirt paired with acid wash shorts and studded high top Ugg boots…with her teal hair. Y2K punk princess energy. OBSESSED. We boogied on stage with her as she absolutely ate. Her energy was raw but playful – and the crowd fed off it completely! By 8:30, the sun was slowly dipping, casting the whole place in a warm, golden haze. But
instead of winding down, the energy only ramped up. Now that’s when DJ Gigola stepped up. And let me tell you- that queen brought it. No warning, no rules- sonic chaos in the best way. She hit us with sudden gear shifts, lurching from flirty builds to brutal drops. It was genre-less, disruptive and almost confrontational – I was obsessed. Silly, sexy and unhinged.
Her sound felt steeped in the Berlin underground, but with her own twist. You couldn’t predict it, so you just had to surrender to it.
Then…Kolegajj.
HOLY S*IT. What a finale. I genuinely have no words for that set. It was beyond euphoric. Like we were all chasing the same high – and actually catching it. Full blown rave alchemy. The space he created was rebellious and radically free. Sweaty, sacred, subversive. It felt like we were on the edge of something- everyone’s bodies moving with zero inhibition. Nothing outside of that moment existed. Me and DJ Gigola were dancing behind the decks with him like no one was watching. Absolutely loosing it, laughing, sweating, spinning each other around like kids.
I’ve never felt so free and alive. He is definitely not just a DJ. He is an artist. What a way to end the night.
Maybe London night life isn’t dead after all?