Nolimit Posted September 26 Report Share Posted September 26 just came across this from another board. i thought this well written review sums up what dc10 is all about. it happened to be my favorite party of the week in ibeefa...--------------------------------As the hoards of half-baked package holiday commercialites descend back upon their lager fuelled, slapper based fantasies of their local Rat and Firkin Kev-den, and as the streams of kebab-filled vomit slowly recede from the streets of San Antonio’s now slightly less offensive West End, a jet-load of buzz chasing individuals arrive at Bristol’s comedy-like airport, (staffed not only by Lurch from the Addams Family, but also his bastardised son), prepared for a weekend of mass brain-cell eroding carnage. Our first port of call, the We Love Sunday’s closing party at Space turned out to be a highly disappointing affair. It looked promising when Laurent Garnier graced the terrace at 8pm, steadily building the vibe that Space is so famed for with a four hour helping of funky, balcony-groomed techness. Steve Lawler took over at midnight inside, but the vibe that had been carefully constructed was soon fast on its way to the toxic, condom-heavy sewage pump on San An’s, British-modelled coastline, and as soon as Pete Wrong took to the stage at 3am, Darren Hughes had just about ensured Space didn’t close, as Daisy rightly pointed out, it died a slow, annoying death. The undisputed champion of the UK airwaves took us on a hapless journey of illogical dance floor misfits and a string of banal, big-room anthems. I rarely criticise people to this extent, and I do have a lot of respect for Pete Tong, but he was, at best, incapable of reading the Space crowd, a crowd that rapidly depleted in numbers, resulting in the early closure of some areas inside the club. Can this be right? I’m sure if any other guest from over the season had been invited to close, the floor would not only be packed and duly animated, but full of people at 6am refusing to leave, demanding more choice tuneage. Instead we opted to leave the mass of lone-standing tumbleweeds that were now blowing freely across the dance floor and make our way down to Ancient People, the 24-hour binge-drinking haven, just along the beach from Bora Bora to watch the sunrise, and to get royally twisted - DC10 and Circo Loco waited. DC10 has embraced a number of mashed-up casualties over the summer; stories of K-ditches, Boy George bashing and be-friending Erick Morillo circulated like elderly gossip on pension day at the Post Office. I’d seen pictures, and on the whole, it looked fairly normal. How wrong could I have been? Arriving in broad daylight, surrounded by cars left stranded along the dirt-tracked road, it looked convincingly like the Titty Twister scene in From Dusk ‘til Dawn, especially true to the line of bikes mounted by 8 foot, men-liking Hells Angels of Spanish origin, obviously engaging in a session of veterinary sanctioned horse tranquilliser, the weapon of choice apparently for the discerning DC10, err, clubber. As you sweep through the curtains the horror of Circo Loco is revealed. The slow, perpetual throb of the strobe is all that cuts through the haunting blackness, the only thing that now disclaims any From Dusk ‘til Dawn connection is the distinct lack of brazen, breast-baring women, indeed some of the inhabitants, if not all, looked suspiciously like the undead; vampire-esque, zombified drug freaks that probably arrived at DC10 sometime during June and were still trying to escape its enslaving curse. Outside on the terrace is where the circus-fashioned freak show really begins. Like a cross between an episode of the X-Files, an assortment of celestial thugs from the Mos Eisley spaceport on Tatooine and as Dan Harwood was first to point out, a scene from the Lost Boys, you can safely assume that DC10 houses a vast community of scary people united in their state of brain-warped fuckedupness. You had crusties and travellers; bizarre, earth worshipping religious cults, millionaire playboys redundant of any moral fibre, gigantic greased up gay folk, Spanish hippies who think they’re somewhat akin to Rambo scattered amongst the customary Space casualties and international chic. I’m sure even Lucifer himself was witnessed stumbling around somewhere, masturbating, off his face on crack no doubt. This all added candid ingredient to the utter surrealness of it all; the music clapping off the surrounding walls, reverberating like a tuning fork dipped in acid, creating a frequency that was as much mind-bending as it was evil, that’s not to mention the planes frequently skimming over the terrace roof like scud missiles as they came in to land just 100 metres away. It was truly messed up. And with a capital K. A mentally scarred for life Ben bassMONKEY. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
loraine Posted September 26 Report Share Posted September 26 I read that review earlier today on the other board...quite a surreal depiction of a place. So Diego, which character were you? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
staceyg5 Posted September 27 Report Share Posted September 27 Originally posted by loraine So Diego, which character were you? wanker? my bad, that wasnt a choice Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nolimit Posted September 27 Author Report Share Posted September 27 i was the zombified crackhead looking for my next high.oh and stacey, since when did u start speaking britt?attached is a pic of the crew at one of the freakiest places on earth---> dc10 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
digital7 Posted September 27 Report Share Posted September 27 geeeeezzz Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
panchodeejay Posted September 27 Report Share Posted September 27 The reason I like DC10 it's because it makes me feel very healthy and 'normal'. It's always very messed up (one guy died there last week) but it was truly messed up this monday. Thanks to pete 'wrong' i went to sleep early but some friends made it to see sven van at dc10. It was too much even for them this time. The reason, most people had been partying (at least) since sat night at the amnesia closing / i started at amnesia at 2am on sat night... so i was getting close to get into the dc10 mood this time. Ibiza was totally sick this w/e, not only at DC10, it's the end of the summer, long closing parties and you don't want to miss any. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nolimit Posted September 27 Author Report Share Posted September 27 you lightweight! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
panchodeejay Posted September 28 Report Share Posted September 28 Originally posted by Nolimit you lightweight! Definitely... I'm not that f@#ked up... but I'm getting close Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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