It takes place inside Rover, though ‘inside’ hardly does it justice. The building is split in two, like someone couldn’t decide which kind of chaos they preferred and so chose both. On one side, a room that pounds with hard techno – unapologetic, industrial, the kind of beat that makes conversation feel like an afterthought. Through another door the atmosphere changes, but only just; drum and bass ricochets off the walls, faster, sharper, as if daring you to keep up. Moving between the spaces is like stepping into parallel versions of the same fever dream. There is no pause, only bodies caught in the undertow, sweaty and exhilarated. By the time the lights flicker on, the night has left everyone hollowed out and grinning, ears still ringing.
August 1. B250-350 via here and B500 at the door. Blaq Lyte Rover, 9pm onwards