Fabric

Trying to offer an impartial review of a nightclub is a little like trying to explain the meaning of an abstract painting. So many elements come into play each night that one event could be an epic disaster whilst the following week a religious experience could take place. The DJ, the promoter, the advertising leading up to the night, the day of the week, the time of year, who turns up, and even who’s on the door all have a profound effect.

Then there’s also that little matter of opinion – one person’s utopia is another one’s hell. While some may enjoy having a chat, a drink and a bit of a boogie, others want to feed their souls with what’s pumping out of the club speakers. Some want to pose in fashionable clothes, others want to get messy and forget the rest of the world.

Fabric is one such club that can sometimes be packed to the brim with people aimlessly walking round and round the dancefloor - ‘looking for the action’ as my friend puts it, yet never actually finding it - and generally being a nuisance to those that want to dance. On other nights however the floor packs a heaving bunch of revellers getting down to whatever the DJ is pushing out of the superb Martin Audio soundsystem.

Therefore, an amazing experience can take place in the most modest of venues if all the elements are correctly aligned; similarly the most reputable club with the most financial backing can easily fall short of delivering the goods if things aren’t just right. It is unfair then, to judge a nightclub by one night only. It is somewhat easier to describe a clubnight.

‘Wet Yourself’ (so named because of their previous home at Aquarium, the Old Street venue with a swimming pool) takes place every Sunday night at Fabric, and having been on more than a handful of occasions now, I can safely say it’s a consistently good party. The techno night has seen the likes of DJ Hell, Miss Kittin, and Marcel Dettman take to the decks alongside residents Cormac, Jacob Hustley and Peter Pixley. The aforementioned residents are pretty hot at their trade too – so much so that their monthly resident specials are indeed special in their own right.

Sunday nights are known for being one of the best nights of the week for clubbing - it’s the truly dedicated, hardened partygoer that will keep going for a third night or take a Monday off work to satisfy their need to dance. There tends to be less of the ‘looking for’ and more ‘action’ taking place. I realise this borders slightly on a generalisation, but if you find yourself in need of a party at the end of the weekend, and it’s mostly dirty techno that you’re after, I can’t think of a better place to start the week.