‘They’ say that the death of the super club, at least in Sydney, is imminent. ‘They’ could be right – the success rate of a multiroom weekly event has been dwindling, so much so that festival-extraordinaires Fuzzy have rebranded Sounds on Sunday as a ‘Fuzzy’ event in an effort to try and pull back the numbers that Sounds used to get. In fact, before recently I hadn’t heard anything of a successful regular night at Home Nightclub in quite a while. But as I found out when I attended Famous on Saturday night, just as ‘they’ had predicted minimal to be ‘the next big thing’, they were just as off the mark when they predicted the death of the superclub.

We all have great memories of Home Nightclub; like the time a friend of mine was too wasted to get into the club and stashed his stuff in a hole he dug in the nearby garden, then remembered the next day and spent six hours crawling around in the dirt looking for it. Or the time when another friend had a spiritual awakening at 6am and decided that all the leaflets left on the ground after a Friday night Sublime party represented ‘bad karma’ and proceeded he pick every one up before we got in a taxi and left. Good times, that’s what it’s all about. Good times, and good friends. The people over at Future Entertainment seem to have grasped this when they took their Melbourne-based Famous night up to Sydney, because it looked as though everyone was having a ball on Saturday night. And why shouldn’t they. It’s a party after all.

In the cab on the way over to the club we were listening to the live broadcast on Nova from inside the club, and after about three or so back-to-back D. Ramirez tracks I quietly shuddered to myself. But when we arrived I was pleasantly surprised by the music policy; after all, it was Groove Fucking Terminator. The Sunshine Song man himself. I must admit, there was a time when I thought that Groove Terminator was washed up, gone the way of wrist-slap-bands and monophonic ringtones, but when he joined with Sam La More and dropped that first Tonite Only joint, it was Road Kill all over again.

I could go on, track by track, telling you what he played, but anybody could do that. Instead, let me give you the inside story – the story that only I would know. Those same ‘they’ people say that it’s better to be talked about than not talked about, but I wouldn’t say that’s so in GT’s case as there was a rumour circulating once that he couldn’t mix, that he was pulling ‘the ol’ Freeland’ by pre-mixing CDs for his sets and getting fucked up. Let me tell you, that’s quite the insult – especially if you are Adam Freeland – but on Saturday, GT proved them all wrong. And although he did drop an unusually large amount of Bloc Party bootlegs, it was still all good because as any good DJ knows, to really please a crowd and keep them engaged then you need to play a ‘half and half’ set: half what you want to hear and half what they do, and apparently ‘they’ like Bloc Party bootlegs.

The non indie-electro-remix half of the set was really tight: he kept dropping all these kooky European electro tracks with long twisted basslines, high tempos and lots of open hi-hats. What does that sound like? Try house music ten years ago, when a young Simon Lewicki (aka Groove Terminator) would have been buying records. Today you might call it Hi-NRG, I guess.

Genres aside, let me provide you with an example of the ‘old-skool-ness’ that GT was bringing to the table. Zombie Nation’s Kernkraft 4000. Bam. No one seriously drops that sort of tracks unless they are some kind of genius bordering on insane, or on drugs. Groove Terminator was probably all three of those, but even if he wasn’t it was still good to see a packed dance floor getting down to some classics. He even dropped the Eurhythmics’ Sweet Dreams to a warm reception, and before you could say “play some Tonite Only” he was onto his home stretch, dropping some re-worked Tonite Only tracks, punctuated with some new ditties I wasn’t aware of and perhaps some new original GT material? Let’s hope so.

Meanwhile, in a galaxy far, far away (upstairs on the Terrace), K.I.M. from The Presets was banging out some hard electro tracks, some really cool music. But if I wasn’t going to be on the GT dance floor then I was going to be in the appropriately named room ‘The Box’. Ah, The Box. The only dance floor in existence with more speakers than people. Something seems not quite right without drum n’ bass, but it still seems to work somehow as all the DJs playing in the overcrowded room were banging out the phat tunes.

In addition to seeing Groove Terminator rip it up behind the decks, I also had the opportunity to break my Famous cherry, and folks, it wasn’t so bad! I’m assuming the next time I do it will be even more fun, and next time I must remember to bring twenty of my closest friends and well wishers. Partly because they will enjoy it, but mostly because it’s fun watching your closest friends getting wasted and burying drugs in gardens.