Diplo arrives without all THAT much fanfare, all I recall is that he takes to the stage to the strains of Land Of Hope And Glory. I wasn’t that drunk, more taken on a wave of euphoria.
My first week back drinking, a night out I had been looking forward to since it had been announced and my friends and I got tickets. We got there, post pub, the night had been switched from 11-6 to 9-4 so we didn’t stay in the pub until closing but did manage to layer up before hand. We catch Sinden’s set and stake our place on the dancefloor. He drops some good beats and gets us in the mood.
When the big man arrives, there’s no fireworks, it’s a change of laptop and we are on. I was wearing earplugs as Koko’s sound can be pretty crap and bass heavy but I ended up taking them out, it didn’t seem all that much louder that I could take.
We sway, we groove, we shake, we bounce as for a good hour and a half or so as Diplo takes us on a journey through many of the styles he was worked with over the last decade or so. A man of many stripes, skins, skills whatever Diplo’s career has taken in baile funk, dub, dubstep, hip hop, zef side.
He seamlessly passes from one to the other and mixes and fixes it all together so all you notice is the odd change of beat over the course of a few songs or the songs or remixes you recognise and get you to raise a hand further. The rest is one sweaty dance, and well, there’s nothing wrong with that, I can only imagine how good it would sound outdoors.
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