Having experienced the diabolical mystical mayhem and occult effusion that is better recognised to its practitioners as ‘Kryal Castle’ I was completely satiated (apart from demoting to this menial secular hell hole and civil cesspool ‘they’ ineptly title ‘Civilization’).

Though how to portray such a mesmerizing event grammatically? Written retrospection’s are often deficient in precision and inadequate in clout. Though I’ll try to not misrepresent too severely.(forgive my acidic retention)

Well, the odds were against me having lost my mobile phone, being fined and possessing no money in my commonly indigent pockets (thank fuck for good friends) and almost failing my theatrics to evade a train ticket I was surprisingly nonchalant in spite of the adverse events preceding, and felt even more pertinacious and ravenous to transcend any onerous duty to attain my position and arrive limbless or breathless. (“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing”)

The facade alone was as enthralling as a peacock on acid. Instantaneously I as extremely curious as to what was behind the prodigious rampart, invoking the child in me to revive and my imagination to thrive… Being summoned to a monumental medieval castle was almost too surreal to fathom.

All the ingredients for a momentous evening were in place having arrived and
survived the odds. Through the mote and into (utopia) an arcane and enchanting amalgam of frenetic nomads, entranced in sonic rhapsody… Infamous villains united for exuberant chaos.

Disciples of debaucherous dispositions juxtaposed with congruous vision. A chemical confederacy. A nocturnal neon nexus for esoterical entities. A legion for the loose minded; too many expressions to note. The vibe at Kryal is irrepressible, unique and incomparable. Such an eclectic mixture of partisans collaborated to relinquish.

Such a covert and phantasmagorical setting, psychedelic visuals on screen, the eerie aura was accentuated with a pirate ship overshadowing the inhabitators, a graveyard and innumerable torture mechanism’s. Omnipotent solidarity, ineffable tunes and ubiquitous elation – this was LIFE (Living In Full Emancipation)

Dusty apparel and congested airways from the PHD tent evoked an Earthcorian type festival atmosphere with Master Kaos VS LCK infecting the assemblage with impetuous impetus. and (King) Kamui devising their patriotic human metronomes with devious dexterity.

On the Hardware vs Pharmacy main stage (equipped with the turbo shuffle floor – what a travesty), Tom Craft emanated his versatile prowess with vehement passion. Hellraiser
(As always) inflicting his minions with turpitude and successively gravitating a boisterous entourage of schizophrenic cyborgs in unison.

I missed CJ Bolland’s main stage set though instinct guided me to his 2nd set, freaking the funky electro in the vault-like techno temple room, blunt n beer in hand lost in somatic synthesis. He is the demigod of genre.

Scott Project was to me (and to many) the pinnacle of the performance. With the submissive crowd growing like conflagration. Life support machines were a necessity as
SP’s typhoon blew everybody in its path summating impeccable brilliance, and activating the intrinsic vivacity within us all. It was remarkable, I was conversant with every single track that he dispersed in his tumultuous turmoil.

Then Richie Rich exerted our last portions of energy to a culminating juncture of eager exultation as the sun reappeared and rain anointed the denizens, as the Mother Nature fare welled her fellow ravers.

The exodus manifested down the green mile and into the sober world with immiscible spite and pretence. Even on the return trip to dystopia (Melbourne) I was compelled to dance, tap, or kick to the remnant reverberations resonating in my head. Visions of warmth, weed, beer and food beckoned me home.

Wait was that all just a turbulent dream? How did I end up here?