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BEATS OF LOVE 

156. Ghost Assembly DJ set 

I EXPERIENCED social trauma at 28. A before and after, for sure. Clubs before always created a bit of stress and I always needed liquid courage at home beforehand, as I was no longer anonymous. Despite taking my music and fashion considerations seriously, I was very much the village idiot of clubland. I had an odd reverence for clubs and these ritualistic elements that, with hindsight, replaced the importance the church had been. A transformative and immersive experience until it meshed with reality.

After that was a nightmare; I was trying to walk into the same clubs but on pills for my nerves. A hesitant introspection replaced a fearlessness of character, and I craved reinvention. To compound matters, the redundancy that was going to get me back to the Metropolis never materialised, so I became bitter and twisted in my bungalow until I went back to the church.

Hard to believe that I could now sit watching Wimbledon after work in the same bungalow, indifferent whether the missus wanted me to join her at the Manchester International Festival 25 or not. She did, so after showering and deciding my freshly cut hair looked flat, I put on my corduroy Horsebeach cap and headed out to meet her. My only fashion consideration. 

When I got there, I did my usual pacing around and read that Abigail's Ghost Assembly was DJing as part of Dave Haslam's takeover. Despite the missus working the following morning, she agreed to stay, as I had a lot of warm fuzzy memories forming in my mind of my time in the Boardwalk nightclub and beyond. 

Abigail was entering the scene as I was exiting, but I always find her hiding in the same corners as me on the very few occasions our paths cross. I know that social awkwardness and have massiv respect that this set is laying bare her studio work and exposing it to folk a bit like me. The rustiest dancer for sure, but her twisted hypnotic beats worked a treat. Tweaking memorable nostalgic touches like vocal stabs and harmonicas into unique and sturdy backbeats creates a lot of natural spark. De Laatste Rit is the catchiest, but there's definitely at least two more acid tinged shufflers that are equally trance inducing. 

I found myself completely out of sync on the dancefloor by Haslam's opener, the frenetically brilliant Company B's Fascinated, so called it a night. My first public dance since covid. Transcendence has never been so short and sweet.