With a nice selection of djs Townhouse was always going to be an enjoyable way to spend a very pleasant autumn night.
From the outset there was no real time to settle in. A quick drink and it was on to the floor. Jilbert, enthused, displayed his abilities behind the decks, a nice up front house set indeed, so much so that I nearly forgot there was still the other room still to discover, the ‘living’ room that is. I entered as Rodd Riches (a.k.a Aladdin) spun Thunderbirds ‘It’s about time that you were mine’ (Soda club mix), a perfect representation of his set which was very sexy and loved up.
Looking around the venue, the promoters clearly had put in the hard yards. It was good to see posters of colourful little ‘townhouses’ plastered at the entry as well as the various pillars around the Dendy. It just gave the setting that extra touch of vibrancy and it sort of worked well, in unison with the loud beats the dj were producing.
Jr, had now taken Jilbert’s place in the box and the rumpus room was treated to a breaks set, fused with the occasional well-timed scratch and the mc K-note doing his part behind the dj. From Lee Coombs’s ‘Dance 2 the house’ through to the Koma and Bones mix of ‘Smoke machine’, the set progressed to darker waters, perfectly to introduce Italic.
In the meantime Paul ‘Flex’ Taylor had his audience well primed, unfortunately I only caught the last snippet of it. Damn, if only we could be two places at once. Shamus took the reigns and soon had a nice crowd dancing to his funk. By this time I usually have a sit down, a rest and recover for a bit in order to tackle the remainder of the night. But I couldn’t. Italic was really doing it for me and her set was difficult to escape from. I love a dj that dances, she seemed to give us just the perfect cocktail of broken sounds with the ideal party feel and nothing over the top.
My night depressingly was coming to a slow and inevitable end. In a few hours I would be away from the fun and games and back to the monotonous world of work. Regardless, there was still little but precious time that I satisfactorily spent dancing under Craig Obey’s command. I found that compared to his predecessors, he played a tougher edged set with bit of scratching, much to the delight of his frenzied faithful.
I parted with my peers and regrettably left as the Jackal was ending. My last impressions were of a quality night with good music and beautiful people. Each dj kept produced the goods, the tempo kept going up and added their own decorations to a ‘townhouse’ which definitely by now has increased in value.
