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Date:
Saturday 13th September 2003
Address: The Cross, Kings Cross Goods Yard,
Off York Way. London N1 0UZ
Occurrence: Monthly
Hours: 10pm – 5am
Ticket Price: £15
on the door
Genre: House
Dress Code: Dress to Impress
Capacity: TBC |
TYPE Room: Seb
Fontaine, Sander Kleinenberg
Plastic Room: TBC
Tunnel Room: TBC |
Last Sunday morning
I sat in the stands and watched Andy Flintoff bludgeon
those nasty Efricans around The Oval, and then in
the afternoon witnessed that rarest of things nowadays
– England taking a sack full of wickets. Now,
add a fair few grogs, and some stimulating sporting
chat with my bessie mates, and I thought I’d
had pretty much the best weekend I was going to
have for a while. That was, of course, until this
weekend, when I definitely had the best weekend
I am going to have for a while. Yes, you’ve
guessed it (if you haven’t you’re retarded)
- I was at The Cross for Type on Saturday, and was
given an absolutely first class lesson in how clubbing
should be done by Sander and Seb.
I dare anyone £2 to come up with any reason
why The Cross isn’t the best venue in London,
and when you add a couple of sets of such quality
that you practically crap your nappy (not to mention
a brilliant opening set from Nic Fancuilli), you
know you’re going to have a great night out.
The club itself has just the right blend of ingredients
– it’s large enough to draw the big
names and a decent crowd, but due to all those sneaky
alcoves and it’s archway interior it maintains
a level of intimacy you would expect to find in
a club a third of it’s size. The crowd is
mature and friendly (don’t worry though, they
don’t wear cardigans and talk about cats),
and create a top notch atmosphere in both rooms.
Oh, and let us not forget the garden…oh, that
lovely garden…. that keeps Ibiza just within
reach for those that want to forget the fact that
summer has gone and won’t be back for another…no,
we don’t want to talk about that. Sorry.
By the time Mr ‘Soon to be massive’
Fanciulli had finished pumping out his filthy house
at 1.30am the main room was already heaving, and
this set the tone for a night of unbelievably good
music. Sander Kleinenberg proved why he has quickly
become a house legend by churning out two and a
half hours of relentless, classy beats, ranging
from tribal prog so deep that you almost had to
sit down and ponder the meaning of life, through
driving funk, to downright squelchy disco, and back
again. Twas an education, I tell thee. I would have
gone home a satisfied man at 4am, but big Seb wasn’t
going to let us forget that this was his night now,
was he. He cranked up the notch and acted as the
perfect foil to Sander’s reflective and thoughtful
set by delivering a hard hitting blast of pumping,
punked up house that electrocuted the dancefloor,
and kept the main room rocking until dawn.
I wish I could tell you about Plastic in the second
room, which featured funksters Richard Scanty, Savers,
and Enzo, but quite frankly, Arch One was too good
for this particular clubber to miss out on for one
minute. I’m sure if broken beats and uplifting
funk are your tipple of choice, Arch Two would have
been just as satisfying. That’s the beauty
of this place - there’s a wee bit to keep
all the finger wagging connoisseurs happy. Anyone
who likes house will love The Cross, and that’s
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Venue: 9
Music: 8
Crowd: 8
Sound System: 8
Total: 36 / 40
Rating: Gold Award |
| Review written by:
Antony Ireland |
anthony@uk-cl.co.uk |
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