Inversions
In an era when clubs are sprouting up all over the country, catering for
everything from 70's disco cheese, to the deepest darkest techno it is
rare to come across something as refreshing as Foresight.
Friday 28th August 1998 will forever be imprinted on my brain,
for the simple fact that I caught a glimpse of the future of clubbing. On
the strength of a reccomendation from some friends , I made my pilgramage
to the Koh-I-Nor in Paisley.
I was promised good music, good people and good dancing.
I was not dissapointed.
In the age of the bloated, so called super-clubs catering for the loved up
masses, Foresight is quite simply fuckin' superb.
The first thing that struck me, other than the shockwave of bass thumping
from the speakers, was the intimacy of the venue. Like Kylie Minogue, it
is small and perfectly formed.
This makes for an atmoshere which is more
friendly than anything you are likely to experience in the Arches or Sub Club.
Don't get me wrong, for the last few years the Sub Club has been my favourite
club, scoring high on the atmosphere. Forsight just takes it that one step further.
There is no rogue element that you sometimes find in the bigger clubs. The
nature of Foresight, with it's reputation spread by word of mouth, seems
to have led to a group of extraordinarly like-minded people congregating
on the last Friday of every month.
Of course, the people wouldn't keep coming back if the music wasn't very good and
it is in this respect that Foresight is in a league of its own. There was
no fannying about, playing cheesy house until the punters filed in No, this
was heaven. The DJ got straight into some top notch Drum'N'Bass, and the night
just took off. Every peak was followed by another peak, every song topped
by the next. It felt like the dancefloor was feeding off the energy and
enthusiasm of the DJ's, who in turn, fed off the energy and enthusiasm of
the dancefloor. The result was a constant spiral upwards that left everyone
high as kites by 2am.
The best barometer of a good night's clubbing is when everyone DEMANDS
that more tunes be played at the end.
This was such a night .
And when it ended I had a grin the size of a genetically modified bannana,
and the brain the texture of a genetically modified bannana.
The only bad thing about the night was that it had to end. I know that's a
terrible cliche, but it's true. A cliche is only a cliche if it sis empty
words. Honestly though, I was as sick as a parrot when it ended. I'd given 110%
and was ready for more. Fortunately, I don't have too long to wait. I've
cleared every Saturday after the last Friday of every month for the rest of my
life, long live Foresight - I'll be there demanding more music for as long as
I can talk without dribbling.
Back Up One Please!
More Tea Please, Vicar