Mud Sludge Lighting Rave A.K.A Sydtek
As the torrential rain poured across the streets of Sydney I continued to to get ready for a night of music, dance and the occasional riot officer.
We receive word at 11pm that the event is on a vacant lot in the industrial sector of Alexandria. Despite the down pour its a go and 30 minutes later we arrive.
The moisture still hung in the air as the rain subsided and I was greeted by 10 inches of mud. Let the slip and slide begin. Each step closer to the event was heart thumping as I clung to friends making our way eagerly to the 16 stages spread out across the lot.
Reaching our destination we were swarmed by sounds of House, Techno, Trance, DnB and Dub step. These sounds were being provide by DJs from various music groups such as OhmsNotBombs, Dss, The Collective, FTP, MITC, Crunk Bus and Upside Down Crew. The list of DJ's names seemed endless and each DJ had a following of mud covered fans. From stage to stage, van to van the music pumped across the lot enticing the sense of sound and the lighting set up caused a trance like havoc on the eyes in an array colour and texture.
Makeshift stages were being set up in front of DJs across what had become a marsh land. Yet this phased no one as the masses danced the night away on old doors and other bits of discarded wood.
An old vacant warehouse loomed in the distance on the lot guarded by fire dancers and some elaborate hula hop work. We scale up a large pile of wood and through a large hole in the wall on to the techno stage surveying the dancers across the floor. Not one unhappy face appeared in the crowd as all were immersed in the music.
My boots had become a representation for the mud that surrounded us all, My eyes were dazzled by the hundreds of coloured lights across the lot and my ears were satisfied with the sounds that had over taken them.
This had become the notion that it was time to leave the mud sludge site and return home from the adventure. We trekked back across the mud to concrete civilization glancing up at the sky. Rain was once again about to consume the lot, our timing much like the gig was exceptional.
Clambering in to the taxi at the end of the night I looked down at my once polished black boots which now resemble those boots seen on construction sites across the world. I give one last longing look to the lot as we begin to drive in to the distance, a last mental picture, just in time to see the riot officers arrive to end the party.