The Lost in Jungle crowd, to be headlined from DJ Rux of Melbourne, was being given a good warm up by top local Eli as we crawled up the stairs from the shark-less Shark Bar below. Utilising the four decks well, the DJs had to make do with an incredibly thin crowd until a little later on, but when it eventually did kick off it kicked off in style.

Arms were flailing and tings were getting proper dirty by the time Rux positioned himself behind the decks at the front of the venue, playing a pumping set which went down well to the increasingly mashed up crowd. Credit to him for proving to me my own sub-cultural bias; I had seen him in the crowd before and thought he looked a little out of place at drum n bass gig.

When he wrapped it up mad way for the lesser-billed Polaris to take his spot towards the end of proceedings, we quickly realised Polaris had quite obviously decided he wasn’t there to wind things down. Dropping storming tunes with the kind of heavy basslines fit to burst ear-drums from a mile off (hey, don’t you just love the warm feeling a nice ear-ringing gives you the next day?), Polaris kept the pace hectic until the opulent chandeliers overlooking the dance floor burst into life at 5am.

A few chants of ‘one more’ had already been graciously answered quite a few tunes earlier, and the remaining junglists skulked off into a freezing Liverpool Street attempting to find their way home, hyper-speed beat-boxed break beats to be heard all around.