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Free hot cross buns shoved down your neck by the dozen, the extended four day weekend and something to do with a crucifixion - three excuses for a Good-Friday nocturnal revelry.

The Warehouse Project, although taking weekly residency at 112-116 Princess Street (The club with the well thought-out layout) returned to Piccadilly arches for the first of its three part lost weekenders.

The electronic labels Modular, Kitsune & Ed Banger acquired entertainment responsibilities. Modulars Ladyhawke were first to the stage doing the warm up job, literally thawing the arctic crowd. Her performance was perfect for the devoted but to the customary perhaps the recital was more visually memorable instead of its audio counterpart.

The not so obvious "Thin Lizzys" ’Boys are back in town’ was the first aural memory. Whether this was a quirky intermission DJ outro or a symbolic band intro it quickly launched into "The Presets" entrance and into the express beat of "Down Down Down"

The now defrosted crowd (having each consumed a cuppa chai purchased from the outside greasy spoon) reacted immediately to the Australian duo. A sted-head (Rather, a bloke familiar with the Gym) showed his appreciation by swinging his stone Island sleeve whilst stomping backwards.     

The remarkable "Are you the.. One" stepped the crowd up another level and prompted smiles, singing and a couple of eager folk almost catapulted themselves over the front barriers trying to get a touch of a knob (on the synth)

I’m here with all of "my People" had the same positive effect to a higher level of passion and as "This is your last chance to get down with The Presets" was announced and the sounds became that ever more engineered and tweaked the arch reached its peak!

Intermission jocks then kept the majority involved especially with tracks like "Daft Punks" ’face to face’ but the time between bands also prompted ant like movements. One particular bloke who looked like ’Nickelbacks’ lead singer, bunny hopped his way through the crowd only to stop and preach "Ive gotta say I love your hair" to an unsuspecting female who was sporting the exact same blonde perm! Apparently he wants to be a rock star.

A second’s gap in the music created a sudden stampede as "The Whip" took to the stage. Lead singer Bruce wished everybody "a Happy Easter" and declared it was "All about the eggs" as the band executed the catchy "Sister Siam"   

The Manchester foursome completed their set with "Trash" but the highlight of the astounding gig was a cover of "Black Ghosts" ’Anyway you choose to give it’ a valiant task taking on a vocal usually sung by BGs Simon Lord but one that was VERY successfully done.      

The duo of Ed banger’s owner & Daft Punk manger Pedro Winter aka "Busy P" and Ed Bangers very own "SebastiAn" took to the turntables in a back to back onslaught of electronic thunder. Their opening track ’Motor’ which led into ’DANCE’ by "Justice" gave the night a whole new savage dynamic. 

Memories of this weekend will not be misplaced and as token as it sounds the WHP have proven once again that if you book them the people of Manchester and beyond will come - even on a biblical day!  

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Marched up in Ancoats and swerved out of the party busses way with "N trances" ’set you free’ blaring out – (The perfect pre party sounds) and arrived at the soap dropped ’Sankeys!’

Casino token handed over and played double or quits for a printed coat token (where does that extra £1 go) and we were part of the already rammed bar experience.
  

The event reaching its teenage years "Bugged Out" was the evening’s hosts returning to their womb. The event known for being ahead of its times (Booking Daft Punk in 1995) were sure to provide an endowed roster.
   

We clambered through to the not so fire hazardous ’quick fix’ hole in the wall, into a sea of composure. 
  

Bull-Egan the tea drinking partnership commonly and actually, always known as ’Skull Juice’ warmed up the refined crowd. Their combination of sluggish crabby techy tracks and jaunty baby grand acid keys provided something for everyone, even a couple of ’pole dancing’ out of place / space / face / or D) all of the above juveniles caught a beat to (actually) grind to.    

A re-worked spin of ’Inner City’s’ classic provided the crowds ’Big fun’ as did the trip through Dubway paying particular attention to "Twokers" vision "187 lockdown" - ’gunman.’

Homage chants of "EROL", and an air raid siren divided the jocks sets as did an instant injection of independent vocals. The horde of ’going mental’ fans lit up by the tubular exposed neon light rig (Best lighting set up in any club) injected atmosphere into the heaving main room.

Erol Alkan’s theatrical performance and uber-paced, twitchy "Motor" like sounds brought Manchester to life. Then within an hour the crowd raised their ’wizard like’ agitated fingers and with the power of their tips, they lured the BMP counter to a minimum hum. Boys Noise efforts on "My Moon My Man" raised the all round volume, even a Tony Blackburn imitator got involved.

Erols own take on "Hot Chips" ’Boy from School’ re-started the soar before he let "Dusty Kids" ’Cat’ out of the record bag.     

The question continually pondered by the clubs seniors… What’s better "Sankeys" or when the "Soap" followed…. Who cares…? Nostalgia is a tool used by old people to deny young people of their dreams and besides Bugged out have proved they can produce a belta of a night at both! 

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It's easy to overlook weekly events that churn out 52+ shindigs each year. We went to see if the 07 "dirtier" house movement has had an effect on the funkiest place in town.

The basement that is One hundred and eleven leaps down Deansgate – 'Club V', plays home to "Venus", the place where you must be equipped for the quick fire round to gain entry. This series of intriguing questions is for the good of the club and its guests and it could be argued is the core factor in the clubs eight year (plus) success – "No Knob-head policy!"

The soulful, vocal, feel good house sounds charm you straight onto the elongated dancefloor, even before you've had chance to remove your parker. This then became a challenge within its self, as somebody, obviously failed to inform the 'club fitting carpenters' (when completing the cloak room refurbishment) about the 'Twice Measured, Once Cut' theory.

The club filled fast with: photogenic Roman goddesses who adopted the stand side on, in threes, with tummy tucked in and pout out for the photo flash and a jumble of males who appeared to have cold necks….? – (Their mullets or assortment of woven scarves provided their required warmth)

Loyal and local hero resident DJs and selected guest jocks provided the predominantly commercial and funkier side of house sounds which progressively crumbled to the demands of slightly electronic house beats. The release of well known tracks gained the most active crowd reactions. Apparently "You've got to have a J.O.B." if you waned to get with anybody that night because there "aint nothing going on but the rent"

The 'family like' variety of age, added to the diversity of the crowd. The weekly populace took to their territories but    welcomed the company of the satellite town's new generation of youth.

Certain sub-Genres of House may not be as underground as they once were (many other Manchester nights have felt some adverse effects of this shift) but Venus has proved its winning principles of safe clubbing in a friendly environment and sticking to its guns where the sound policy is concerned will ensure the people with the right answers will always return.  

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We braved Manchester's 'Black Friday' in the hope that 'Clique's' regulars would prevail and the annual 'out of office' one timers would find sanctuary at more fitting locations.

The chronically promoted and aptly named monthly liaison - 'Clique' invites the pertinently attired, to Princess Streets exposed brick walled, stoned floored cavern, that is: Joshua Brooks.

The on entrance 'selective' photo shoot may have made the strident feel a sense of foreboding but as each member of the 84' band aid entered to a greeting pageant, it was clear that this subset of individuals were as friendly and jolly as olde "Saint Nic" himself.

Each attendee was fast to hurl their shapes in enjoyment to the unpredictable and ever changing genre sounds. The night started with vocal un-commercial pop treats, but this soon switched to slightly darker electro sounds. All mixed up with the odd but rightly timed Christmas cracker (well it is December 21^st) and some unforgettable house and indie classics.

At one moment the moustached "Keith Leman," was chucking a twist and shout to "Mariah Carey's" 'All I want for Christmas is you" the next thing he knew, he was in a rave to "Xpansions" 'Move your body' 

As the night progressed (and the button on the uber-blinding Joshua Brooks corner strobe struck on) the scope of people became apparent.

Whether you're an adolescent of the "nu" generation or the more mature, medal wearing, Pipe holding (in mouth) war veteran, (Well there was one bloke who fitted this sketch) and your open minded to multi mix mashed sounds, want a place to dance and will not feel insecure about all the beautiful surrounding people with award winning (hair show) barnets, then you will be drawn in by the feeling of being part of this exclusive Clique (Like we were).

2006's revolutionary Warehouse Project sparked an array of new nocturnal ventures in Manchester and gave existing ones a kick up the derrière; we went to see if the 2007 edition would evoke a similar stimulation.  

Burrowed through a tunnel, wormed our way past the organised security team, through "the reveal" black curtain and we had arrived beneath (or same level as) the streets.

Exposed brickwork, unhidden pipeline networks all added to the industrial mood of the colossal venue.

Radio 1 presents Annie Mac took care of the musical proceedings and on arrival Sinden and Herve' had already cranked up the gain on the ones and twos. Their mash up of effervescent knocking beats and genre hopping thumps produced the pinnacle set. Perhaps they shouldn't have started the night's dealings but that's the glory of the WHP – It's a rollercoaster of intensity, almost 5 nights in one!  

Some of the timely rave-on's threw their "Joe 90" supermarionation shapes, united with the fashionably late, on the sounds of a sped-up remix of "Timbaland" – 'The way I are.' The wild card track of "Armand Van Helden" – 'You don't know me' went down a treat and sparked an audio crowd contribution.

Bonking Brazilians Bonde Do Role unfortunately failed to show (Rumour has it they have split) either that, or they are happily living on the royalties of the sound tracked "Solta O Frango" Nokia advert.

The duo of "Chromeo" Oohh Oh" took care of live deeds laying down their US inspired electro funk. Their set gave some the chance to explore the hidden quarters and crannies of the venue and others the opportunity to catch a smoky breathe. (The renegades)

The project attracted a right mixed bag of marbles, some of the old guard on a re-kindle duty and a new breed of passion led naughties clubber. Some of which adopted the "I don't feel the cold" glam while others worked the northern artic expedition look.

The luscious and distinguished voice of Annie Mac arched round the venue as she reignited a musical spirit to the night. She bashed out her electronic sounds and even dropped some revitalized tracks including "Liquids" – 'Sweet harmony' and the 'The Bomb' by the "Bucketheads" which exposed 1000s of wide eyes and teeth revealing smiles. The anomaly in the set which was still enjoyed by most was the urban sounds of "dead prez" – Bigger than Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Hip Hop, The uber-heavey base generated a few dance offs and a bump and grind or two.

The faultless set from Erol Alkan kept his t-shirt wearing cult happy. The intensity of the evening was by this point at an optimum.

As the indie pitch of Bolt Action Five introduced the final set and the sounds of "Lost in a K Hole" blasted out, Kissy Sell Out took the crowd on a bumpy, jacking ride.   

The Warehouse Project 07 has found the perfect habitat to successfully chuck un-miss able liaisons. Let's hope the "Factory" side project provides continuous good times in 08 – Even if it doesn't assemble the same response– lets hope for a September Piccadilly return. 

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The Café, a perfect haven to indulge in the delights of hot chow and made to order sandwiches. This may be the hours of daylight scheme that The Northern Quarters "Night and Day Cafe" adopts, but post sunset this venue takes on a whole new live music persona.

Seek & Destroy are our hosts, The Electro / Indie affair that's taken residency on the first Thursday of every month at Saki Bar. Tonight they showcase one of there 'one of' special events.

First on the birds beak is The Dutch male act "David Gilmour Girls."  They direct the intent listeners with there un-genre able psychedelic mix of pre-recorded electronic and live "disco-rock" sounds. It's really easy to get lost in their tracks, some of which wouldn't be a miss as a backing track on level 6 of the early nineties beat 'em up classic video game – 'Double Dragon'.      

David Gilmour Girls adopt the methodology that vocals and a lead singer are not the only hit making elements used to produce catchy hum-a-long, nod your head tracks.

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Sedimentary and Igneous rocks may well be found in Ibiza's Portinatx but Ibiza rocks of a more musical nature have been witnessed @ San An's Bar M for the last two summer sessions.

Ibiza Rocks (IR) has provided the Balearic club seekers with another dynamic – "Before IR Eivissa was like a restaurant without a vegetarian option" (quote from Andy Mckay – Ibiza Rocks promoter) and He's correct, Even if we don't take the Broccoli Bake, we all like a fresh french dressed side salad with our medium well rump.

Overly accessorised female southerners, I wear my sunglasses at night juveniles, Northern Britpop revivalists, Hype honchos and Freebie seeking workers clique, all taking their stance in Manumissions, Bar M coach queue. 

The final few weeks of IR 08 season saw "Artic Monkeys", "Fratellis" and "Reverend & the makers". "We are scientists" also performed at Pikes Hotel a place which may be familiar to all you Wham and Club Tropicana fan.

Tonight's closing party was also pinned to an alternative venue. The uber not so secret Zoo which is located near the "cepsa" outside San An. This deserted zoo evolved into a "Mini festival" esque amphitheatre is the airy utopia, perfect to get a rock on under the Spanish stars.

The MC introduces the jock duo 2ManyDJs- as all attendees gather in the 'used to be' seal pit. A screeching looped intro explodes into an assault of pitch shifting electronic clash, Sub genre house and Indie. All sounds bashed together and dropped in on perfect que aided with old skool acid house samples which in particularly appealed to the audience of a clubbing tenure.

A wannabe or full trained stuntman treated the crowd to a mid set acrobat routine as he scaled the light rig to adjust the drummers spot light. This was the perfect distraction for 2ManyDJs to duplicate and morph into a white attired SOULWAX.

"Manumission in the House" crooned out of the slanted (Vintage dean Martin era) microphone which was dehumanized via a vocoder into a robotic pitch.

The pre-recorded sample filled, live journey through soulwax productions and remixes including E-talking and move my body aided by live drums, base, vocals and mashed up using samplers turned the seal rig into a rave.  

All were at holiday peak accept for one or two who didn't understand the electronic thump. They only turned up because the studs on their belt told them to. To be fair to the "All Saints" shoppers this wasn't the usual IR Band performance, this was something exceptional. Finally an option for Vegans!        

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Eivissa's Playa d'en Bossa the east coast clubbers and Italians resort is grounds to where the night / Day spot of Space lies.

As the new arrivals soar past on the near touchable wings above, the car park hosts a mixed bag of walk of shame all-nighter carry on ravers to fresh newly awakes here to shake of their "Fatso's" ADB.

Snake along the que, skip past the touchy security search and hook an immediate left. Space Sunset Terrace! 

"We love" the clubs Domingos must do, is already a pallet of spectacles and smiles. The 22 hour roster which would not look misfit at any festival, with international superstars to home grown Ibiza residents allocated to the register.

The resident is currently rocketing us through a journey of house.

From Vocal: which the leeds clubbing elite bouncing next to the raised Dj box are in more than appreciation to. Their strident vocal donations and passionate facial expressions are evidence to this.

Dirtier house sounds – encouraged the female contribution of the wide stance tit lead moody head wobble.

Electronic house sounds – were favourite amongst the Spanish / Italian punters. Then was the realisation I was partying next to Street fighter IIs - Vega.

 Balearic classics – The finger led hypnotic grooves were a favourite amongst the: "Have you come dressed as Ibiza 1992 with your animal skin cowboy hat, Medallion and uber baggy go hammer pants."

A quick exit and hop across the road to Bora Bora and demolish Bella Napolis special penne arrabiata then its back to the space we love.

The atmosphere has stepped up a stratum as other parts of the club have started to open including the Terraza. Elio Riso is warming up the swiftly filling two tier room.

Is that? ....It is: 2Unlimted, well Kissy sells outs take on their 91 chart topper. As "Lost in a K Hole" blasts out, the locals rears fall out as they make for the exit. The remaining go absolutely mental and take full enjoyment of the rave. As Kissy's bumpy electronic sounds progress the room fills and the 'out of the box set' goes down a treat.

Only 8 hours left and four more rooms to discover – That's why we love space.