Once upon a time in a land far, far away, in a city called Berlin, there was a palace called ‘Berghain’. In that palace resided two princes, Marcel Dettmann and Ben Klock. They were princes of techno that would travel far and wide across the land, often together, to different cities, sharing their message. Each time they returned to their sweet Berghain however, they delighted their guests in oh, so many ways with their wonderful music. For it was their music that was their message, and for hours and hours their guests would thrash about like fish out of water, punching their fists in appreciation, and allow the amazing aural spectacle to envelop them. And they would dance. Oh, how they would dance.

‘Berghain’ was a long, long away though, and not everyone would be fortunate enough to make the long and often treacherous trek. In fact, for those that did make the long journey in search of the techno that many spoke of, some would still be cruelly denied entry by the oh, so mean gatekeeper. Those that made the journey successfully however, would always come back with serious tales of techno.

One day, the two princes decided to deliver their message to the humble people in the land down under. Australia, they called it, and while the two had visited this fair land before, they would this time deliver their message to the people of Sydney out in the open air. They wanted to play it loud and for the masses.

Finally, the day had arrived, and all was in readiness for the princes to arrive. The town’s folk had been treated to a glorious spring day, and their local dukes had provided their own musical splendour for all to witness. Ben Dunlop and Defined by Rhythm teamed up, and for an hour delighted those that had arrived well in anticipation of the princes’ arrival. The sun shone, the music was delightfully deep, and as the fine lads handed over to their fellow duke in Matttt the locals were indeed getting active. He provided the crowd with exactly what was needed, and with the travelling princes seemingly held up on the border, Matttt delivered his own message, and did so in style.

Then, with no trumpets faring, the princes arrived. The party well and truly started, and all and sundry suddenly looked to the front, admiring the sight before them and the sound booming at them. While it could perhaps have ‘boomed’ a little louder, and this was indeed a far cry from the surrounds of palace Berghain, it mattered little, for their tale of techno had begun in earnest.

And for just over the next four hours, they would deliver their message with absolute aplomb. While it was a message that may have been slightly different to what was heard in palace Berghain, their wizardry was not lost on anyone, as they made it look all so easy. There were no knights in shining armor, no damsels in distress, but all was seemingly good in the world. The princes had come to show their wares, and show their wares they did.

While some had thought the two would come and ‘bang it out’ as it were, they did not. But my friends, therein lay part of the beauty of it all. Night had been replaced with day. Dark, replaced with deep. And in the town square (or something like that), with plenty of room to move for everyone, the sun blazing, it made for the perfect opportunity for the locals to drink, mingle, and generally be merry.

From melodies to minimal, from tech-house to acid, the duo gave the crowd a bit of everything. The crowd cheered. Long breakdowns would make the cheer that little bit louder. The locals were kept well parched; the drinks plentiful and quick to obtain. Days gone by had borne witness to all too much madness and hysteria trying to do so. But as day became night, like a perfect storm, all seemed to be just in the right place at the right time. This, kids, had become one hell of a party.

Eventually though, like all good things, it would come to an end. Some that were present were perhaps forever changed, for they had witnessed a spectacle that they might never see again. For others, the sweet taste offered up by the princes left them wanting more, and made the urge to visit palace Berghain all the stronger. Would they make it though? Well that my friends, is a tale for another time…