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Must Jol Hard

by Hugh Upsher / 09.09.2013

Something special happens when you charge people R100 for a night out. The mindset shifts into that illogical ‘MUST JOL HARD’ zone normally reserved for actual music festivals. GRIETfest at The Assembly was not a festival. It was an electro party, an electro party where the attendees tried their best to lose their minds.


My ‘plus one’ and I were a little drunk and a little high when we walked up to a half empty Assembly at 10:30PM. There were a handful of balloons and streamers through the rafters in the style of a children’s birthday party. The first person I recognised was my least favourite person from my high school, I usually use her as an indicator to whether I should be at a given event or not. Not the best of starts.


I took it easy by making conversation by the bar as the venue started to fill up. I had been there for around forty minutes before my ‘plus one’ had lunged into a girl we had been chatting to. This exact scenario happened a couple months back and I knew from this point on I had a long night ahead of me. Luckily the crowd was dense enough for me to loop around the venue endlessly without anyone noticing.


I made my first venture to the stage area to catch George Daniel. At first I struggled to get drawn into the cold thumping drone I usually associate with Rave or Trance. Thankfully he got more playful with some inventive remixes and samples that drew me in. I am a total sucker for music that somehow resembles a song. A looping guitar riff or a vocal hook will go a long way in my books, but that’s just me.


My attempts to distract ‘plus one’ from girl were all in vain. Pointing out fresh floor puke and showing them a photo I took of a dookie someone planted in the urinal had little to no effect on them. It would take nothing less than a high pressured garden hose to pry these two apart at this stage. I went back to my aimless looping.


By this stage of the night the music was in charge. You didn’t need to know much about the internationals on the line-up (TAI, Bart B More, F.O.O.L.) to get lost in their unique brand of high energy dance. Which is to say people were fucking digging their vibes. The Annex Room (functioning as a second stage for the event) however was an unfortunate victim of The Assembly not being close to capacity. Each time I meandered in there were less than two people on the dance floor.


Rudeone, who had the role of closing the evening off, was a bit too intense for my liking. He had an aggressive industrial feel to his sound that I couldn’t handle at that point of the night. Luckily ‘plus one’ had got his fill of saliva swopping and neck bruising and we were ready for a 3:30AM Steers mission.

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