Border community night at The End

So we finally went yesterday to the Border Community party at The End, which meant that I can check two items in my to-do list:

  1. Go to a Border Community party
  2. Go to The End

Since trace first showed me some James Holden mixes a couple of years ago, I have always wondered how does it feel to attend one of James’s sessions. Nathan Fake being there was also a nice plus! (I must confess I didn’t know anyone of the other artists).

And my personal reason for going to The End was that one of its founders, Mr. C was also part of The Shamen, one of my favourite dance bands from the 90’s, and I felt curious about how could that have influenced the club itself.

After having been searched at the door and my chewing gum confiscated and thrown to the bin by the security girl (No chewing gum allowed inside) to my surprise, we came into the club and found James already doing his stuff. He did two sessions that night, one at the beginning and another one after Nathan’s live. I found the first one to be quite better than the second one, if only because when we came in there was space to dance and move around and the air wasn’t so annoyingly smokey, and so I could enjoy it without having to care about giant people hitting my face with their elbows.

I was expecting also some more mainstream mixes (being that the club is in London’s West End) but seems that James doesn’t care about mainstreamness at all, and paid us with very weird mixes. I think I had never heard anything like that on a club before, which was cool but a bit hard to dance sometimes.

Nathan Fake came after James with a cute t-shirt with rainbows and clouds (very in the Border Community style) and with a laptop, a midi controller and what we guess was Ableton Live managed to turn crazy the crowds. And if it was Ableton live what he used, I still keep wondering how does he manage to control it without falling in the same knob-control problems that I experience.

He proceeded to play new and weird versions of his hits in a continuous stream of midi-controlled noises, which was very cool. I liked it a lot, even if I hardly could put my hands up past my waist or move a couple of centimeters more around myself.

After he finished, James came back but the club had reached that point in which you are not able to stay at any place without being punched and pushed by any of the ecstasy consumers around so we moved to the other room to see how was it going there… but it was even more packed than the main room, amazing.

I was asked for ecstasy, which made me wonder if I looked like a drug dealer, but I then noticed that the girl was desperatedly asking everybody around for “XTC or something”. She finally managed to find the dealer and it was funny to see the operation. The dealer even kissed her in an attempt to make it look like a normal flirting approach. They are so professional!

When we came back my clothes stank soooooo badly. I can’t wait for July when smoking is going to be forbidden in every public place, although I’m unsure if that will be in use in places like clubs. Need to take a look at some information…

About the club itself, it is way smaller than I thought and the installations are not what I expected. No visuals (as usual in London clubs) and the lights didn’t go with the music most of the times (there was a couple of Light Jockeys at the end of the main room but it all looked like if they pushed buttons randomly).
The place was also lacking good ventilation; at some times the air was hardly breathable and my eyes were even itching. Also I felt like there was too many people inside the place.

And of course, I demand they give me my chewing gum back! I don’t understand why did they confiscate it from my bag. It’s totally unacceptable! Also I don’t understand why all security people in all clubs tend to look so grumpy. Not that I have visited lots of clubs in London but it is the same pattern in The End and on Fabric. I think you’re better treated in the airports security checks… at least they don’t steal your precious chewing gum.


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