The Fridge. Brixton 02:jan:98

 Tricky Venue the Fridge, hard to do anything new. However various decorative wonders were wrought to bring it up to Pendragon standard. Fluoro heaven proving their worth around the ground floor. Shambhala up on the balcony. Earth star brightening up the main floor. On the case Chill inc’ in the chill out plus others whose names escape me. A mention in the dispatches to the ‘Carry On Regardless’ crew, who having done it at Tyssen St. on wednesday, decamped to setup Altered States 15hr special at Heaven and arrived at the Fridge in time to do it again for Pendragon. Sound system was the house rig at the front, Turbo at the sides and back. With the wee Jbl rig in the chill out (which even at this time of year is total lobster biz) Cliff had moved a few of his lights around though it’s so hard to tell. The stage resembling a very colourful miked up scrap yard.

 Anyway enough techno-bodgery 10.00 pm. Doors open, those wonderful security on the case (well they make me wonder?). Che’ started the proceedings in the main room with a mixture of progressive house and trance that soon had the rapidly swelling dance floor heaving away. Where were all these people coming from? a check on the door revealed a queue of some magnitude. excellent! earlier fears of a quiet night post NYE had been instantly dispelled.

From there the night rapidly moved on with Gizelle in control and Mizbehavin as ever. Then it was Test Dep’t very different, the audience soon got into it and by the end of their set the place was chugging away nicely. Next up Lulu just back from Poland and as ever a treat to listen to her style of music. Meantime there was all sorts of action on the stage. mad dragons, wild dancers, fire jugglers, and trapeze artists to name a few.

Now it was: Choci time, stormin away. Choci his wife Paula and Andreas slaving over a hot dat and a stack of keyboards. This was it, lift off. I don’t know what happened next because I had to go and play upstairs in the Chill (and I thank those who stayed to listen to me) because I heard that Mark Sinclair rocked not only his socks off but everybody elses as well. ‘awsome thought’. All to soon it was time to strip out, pack the wagons and head out into the prairie, well at least as far as next door to the fridge bar for the obligatory capuchino and hot chocolate with Juno and Jace keeping the eardrums satisfied down in the basement.

 As the man said “You lot are all mad”

 for some recent pendragon photo’s check the link to the Nye pix or the links to the Evil ones or Headspace.