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Blow Up @ Metro
Though the owners will probably object to this opinion, Fabric is
a club almost custom-designed for ravers to make out in.
plenty of seedy corners, dark stairwells and several bed-length
coaches in the cavernous club. And the music, depending on which
part of the club you venture to it will either randy hip-hop, thumping
drum 'n bass or euphoric house, is perfect for setting a rhythm
and convincing intoxicated people to get to know their fellow club
goers. And cheap drink prices don't exactly encourage chastity,
though there are times when the mixed-drinks feel watered-down.
But Fabric is a diverting enough night out that even the chaste
will probably enjoy themselves. The drum 'n bass floor is frantic,
the beats hit the floor so fast that any attempt to shuffle your
feet in time will leave you looking challenged. Which is just what
hardcore drum 'n bass fans want; anyone else will probably find
it repetitive. The house floor often draws well known DJs, and since
the music is nowhere near as loud as the departing-airplane volume
of drum and bass you might even be able to talk to your fellow club
goers. Fabric's brand of house is especially dreamy and enveloping,
if you're in the right mood it might make you feel like you're on
another plane. Club-goers wanting to dance to something with a slower
beat, and that they could conceivably sing along to, will want to
stick to the hip-hop floor.
Fabric has earned a reputation as a can't miss for dance fans.
It's a reputation well-deserved. But people with only a mild-curiosity
in the music, or who only go to clubs to see and bee seen, might
want to go a more traditional route.
Blow Up @ Metro : Blow up to get down
The Blow up takes its name from a seminal 1960's art house film
about a mod photographer, but most visitors to the club will probably
find the decorations (mild psychedelic lighting, images of go-go
dancers, men with Oasis haircuts) reminiscent of a basement version
of Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me, with maybe just a pinch
of the cult-hit Swingers.
This Saturday night club has changed venues and themes throughout
its history, but has now ditched all traces of Brit-pop in favor
of early soul and pop and moved to the Club Metro on Oxford Street.
Upon descending the staircases you may think you just heard Fatboy
Slim, but in actuality it was the 1960's John Barry surf-rock song
that Mr. Cook sampled for his hit "The Rockafeller Skank."
Still, that's about as modern as it's going to get. Elvis, early
soul and just a bit of jump-up blues is what's on the menu for the
evening, as well as any selection you wish to make from the fully
stocked bar. The odd thing about Blow up is that the club tries
to bring you back to a time when Elvis songs were truly dangerous,
but in the end the entire thing feels innocent and harmless. Which
isn't a bad way to spend an evening, actually, as long as you enjoy
the thought of slicking your hairback and dancing like a greaser.
Period dress is not required for entrance but it may help convince
other club-goers that you "get it."