It was April of this year that saw Arcade Creative bring Sinden & Fake Blood to the Empire, the word of the night being sweat. They ripped up the place and brought everyone on a hectic journey through garage, electro and some glorious dubstep. After Thursday night at the Family, that night in April now seems about as hardcore as adopting a kitten. Arcade Creative had this time snagged The Bloody Beetroots, and those in attendance couldn’t so much be described as revelers but casualties of war.
As we ticked over into the break of Friday, the crowd welcomed Ajax with open arms. Getting stuck into his set from the get go, the grinding synth was working overtime and devastating the crowd with a dirty bass that almost shook the skin off your back. Ajax cuts an unassuming figure behind the decks, which made his hard house all the more impressive as he let the fast and loud beats speak for themselves. His buildups were tuned entirely to the crowd reaction and they responded in kind with some perfectly timed bouncing.
The admirable job the security were doing of clearing out the people who couldn’t handle the pace was getting increasingly difficult as the masses crowded in at the back to catch the start of the Beetroots, pulverising those at the front who had no choice but to spill out onto the sides of the stage. The crowd had turned into a voracious stockpile of energy and were chewing their own faces off in anticipation, and Ajax hadn’t even finished yet. So when he did end his set on a very considerable high, there was an explosion of hysteria, but they barely had time to applaud him off before they were screaming for the oncoming Italian duo, who were already holding up their kit bags in triumph.
Luckily, security were more on top of things by the time the Beetroots took to the stage, and were hauling out shattered victims of the packed room by the bucketload with well-practised regularity. The Family has never been so crammed on a Saturday night, so it was remarkable to remember that this was a Thursday. Even if the dancefloor hadn’t been reduced to make way for a floor-level stage in place of the enclosed booth, the building would still have been busting at the seams to contain the masses at this sold out pandemonium.
The Bloody Beetroots ripped the Family a new one, rolling the purest of trance, house, techno and electronica all up in a ball of voracious hardcore. They taught the insatiable gathering of lunatics really what it meant to go insane, how to pound the dancefloor and each other with their bodies and how to disregard all pretense of personal safety and let the music take you to the asylum. The Family isn’t going to witness a night like this for quite a while to come, the building is probably still a bit shaken up about what it had to play host to.
The rhythmical hardcore of the electronica buzzed with the lethal ferocity of Leatherface with a chainsaw and even when a relative breather was bestowed upon the crowd in the form of the Beastie Boys’ Sabotage, it was given a good going over and bent to the will of the Bloody Beetroots. Having said that, come 2AM things had calmed somewhat to a mere deafening roar and some 2-Step goodness was unleashed, the drilling snare cutting through the cloud from the smoke machine like a knife through butter.
As the 2-Step built once again into the driving techno the crowd knew and loved, we were wondering how much more the duo had left to give. We were soon put in no doubt that there was a lot more gas left in the tank. Tommy Tea crawled under the table to get at the flailing hands of the crowd and they turned into a ravenous horde, diving for him, wanting to grab a hold of just some of that insane genius. It was then that they let loose their most recognisable tune Cornelius, and only from the Bloody Beetroots could you catch the combination of atmospheric Gregorian chants with pulsating hard house and a mass of seething revelers screaming “Hey!’ over and over.
The Bloody Beetroots have been described as the product of a grisly union betweenThe Misfits and Daft Punk, so it was no surprise then that the latter were given some exposure in the form of One More Time. Only, where this track is one of the more upbeat and merry moments on Discovery, the Beetroots subverted and corrupted it with a searing intensity that ripped through the crowd and made the sweat pour once more.
They built upon that new found hysteria brought about by the use of Daft Punk by bringing out their relatively recent collaboration with Steve Aoki, the impeccably unyielding track Warp. There had been an initial fear that coming out so strong and pummeling the crowd with such staggering brutality would have led them to climax too early, but when Warp peaked, the crowd peaked, and quite simply blew the lid off the Family. The full capacity of the venue moved as one throng, as one of the best tracks to come out of the year so far tore through everyone equally, whether they were on the floor, on the balconies, or at the bar.
The crowd truly went ballistic and were left in a worn out trance until the Beetroots came out and finished them all off with a comparably mellow encore, giving out another little touch of Cornelius, but before it went back into a proper frenzy, they ended the night with an appropriately hyperactive dissemination of the 50s classic Shout. By 3AM I had to leave Danny T to work his techy breaks magic on the crowd; I was spent, and unlike most of the young’uns here, I had work in the morning.
This night will be remembered by those in attendance as resembling more of a warzone than a dancefloor. The shark pit that was the main floor was at every moment throughout the set, a rampaging multitude of crazed fans that lapped up the refreshingly hardcore beats the boys were masterly and unrelentingly dealing out. This gig had Beetroots, but if it had have been any more brutal, there really would have been blood.
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