Find Me In The Dark with Head High aka Shed, Pariah – Corsica Studios, London
The midst of Shed, aka Head High’s performance, can only be described as like receiving a hedonistic sermon from the depths of hell – in the best way possible of course. His extended live set drew sweat from the confines of Corsica’s main room, as hordes of techno disciples crammed the floor, the stage and indeed any crevice their bodies could fit in. Any inhibitions of body to body contact were soon dropped. The room became as one, marching late into the morning.
Pariah roused the bunkering territory of the main room as Saturday night folded into Sunday morning. Sculpting break-beat, garage and techno records together, forming a brash and exciting energy to feed off. Omar S’ spacey, ‘Triangulum Australe’ took things into a functionally rhythmic place, wetting ears for what was still to come.
Techno often attracts a more diverse, free spirited kind of crowd than house does. In London, a thriving hub of varied cultures, nightclubs that play it tougher are always going to be filled with a mixed bunch. Which can only be a plus. Dreadlocked hippies queued behind designer clad Chinese girls, being chatted up by cocksure Italians, as they all waited patiently to leave their valuables in the outdoor cloakroom.
Later in the night, some happy-go-lucky shorts sporting chap would proceed to perform headstands between the bums of worn out revellers, making use of the seventies green sofas at the foot of the bar. His thermal leggings kept his jewels from show.
Corsica’s second room posed a total contrast to the goings on in the main room. Floor space was not a commodity, nor was light, which was a slight burden. No slave to the rave really ever wants to see everyone in the room too well, as it means that everyone in the room can see them too well too.
The music played in there however, mostly made up for it. DJ Richard, the grunge looking White Material boss, laid down groove after groove of infectious acid licked techno. His prowess on the decks was questionable in places, but his willingness to push on and knock out unknown gems, simply brought delight to faces of the crowd.
Following the onslaught of Shed’s huge sound and the raucous applause that bookended his set, is a presumably undesirable feat, even for veterans of the scene. The promoters choice of having local talent, Michael Wells fill this spot was obviously well considered. Every track Wells’ played sounded considerably quieter than Shed, but the incredibly European quality of the records he played was tantamount to what had gone before. Enthralled, the crowd stayed on and danced in their masses to the sneeringly devilish sounds that Wells put upon them.
For their second ever event, the guys behind Find Me In The Dark sure have come up trumps. It’s easy to see they like hardware focused producers, that make tough beats and scintillating melodies. Though Saturday nights gig will only be remembered for the performance of techno’s prophet: Shed.