Have you ever wobbled? I wobbled last night. And I was good. My French boyfriend aptly told my mum that after her roast dinner, we were going directly to ‘wobble’. The shock on her face only quelled after I interjected that ‘wobble’ was not a European horizontal dance, but in fact a Melbourne dubstep and jungle night dedicated to fans of LOUD sounds.
The first clue this night was going to damage my hearing was on the poster advertisements: they actually put the name of the sound system on the line-up! Cute. But in truth, the sound system plays a massive part in the night – with no noise restrictions, the ‘Heartical Hifi’ speakers scream till ears bleed, or the toilets flood. Or both. And as the water seeped from the male toilets and out onto the dancefloor, no one cared. Had it happened earlier, when AC23 was doing something to the turntables (I’m not going to use the word ‘DJing’ because that insinuates he made some attempt to mix either pitch and/or tempo) perhaps people would have left. But, as it was, the eau de toilette added the right amount of grimeyness needed to enjoy the excellent pumping set of Perth protégé SHOCKONE.
Proving his worth amongst the Melbournian line-up, SHOCKONE carefully waded across genres including: drum n’ bass, tech house, jungle and dubstep, all this with buoyant support from an English MC who wore square-rimmed glasses. As a general rule, I don’t trust anyone with square-rimmed glasses. But this guy had us all calling back like wild animals every time he laid out a call and response. And I couldn’t help myself. I slid over that dancefloor, onto my hapless boyfriend, and we got muddy to the bass wobbling round the room.
In general, the reasons you’d want to go to Wobble are the same reasons you wouldn’t want to go: entry is $15 and it’s open till 7am. Partygoers are in there for the long haul and a little dirty toilet water isn’t going to spoil their fun! Also, the venue’s no-noise restriction policy means that the music is insanely loud. This will attract a certain kind of clientele, and dissuade others. Oddly enough, there were a lot of good-looking girls at the venue, and the bar-tenders were as hot as the cocktails. It was also evident that the organisers of the party are cool cats, who really love their music.
This monthly event has quickly become a place for those bassheads who love noise, and equally, all the dirty little nightowls in Melbourne who just want to get loose. Next time, I’m taking my mum.
mogmac says...
biggup wobble