Monday Night/ Tuesday Morning

The white shirt brigade, the strip shirt brigade, idiots who just stand there and take up space, the bengs and lians who just stand texting (and those that were regognised by their natural calls of the wild), idiots who have an i.q. below 10 (a simple excuse me … like hello?). Yes, it was singapore’s clubbing at it’s very best.











Where? Where everybody knows your name .. hah! Okok, not that notorious lah but I did come across afew familiar faces, was at my old stomping ground which would be zouk on the 2nd Night of the Lunar New Year (Gong Xi Fa Cai Xin Nian Kui Le btw). I don’t know what zouk spent their millions on in refurbishing the place cos it does still look the same, except for afew aesthetic facelifts, though I must the blue hues they used to light the main corridor is somewhat disorientating to somewhere who is extremely intoxicated.

The reason: Paul van Dyk














There she was, her slender silhouette mimicking evet loop, bridge and beat, her slenderness t hypnotic…….

PVD, one of the godfathers of trance, which what I’m used to coming from him would be progressive, uplifting trance with a chilled feel at times. I don’y know whther he’s getting too big for his boots or that he was going through the motions cos the set he dished out was erm, just bad? Really, I thought he would start with something minimal and progressively move it up a notch overtime, but from the word go the first 2 hours of his set was in your face, thumping grinding trance, almost close to being hard edge Detroit Techno.

It was good that the crowd was in it, because his set to me wasn’t flowing at all, it wasdribs and drabs, so I guess that did carry on the party mood. Around 3 a.m. he did move it down abit with a more chilled vibe, strarting of with his athem “For An Angel” which of course would get the crowd going, his set continued on to be more chilled, with elements of Goa trance and slight funky beats thrwown.














Chants of “We want more” revirberated around the mainroom just as we all that he was calling it night, but in true deejaying style, there was moment of silence and soon he was working the wheels of steel.

The set ventured into the darkside of the morning, 6 a.m. I guess? But then we were already having supper/breakfast at River Valley and that ventured into walking down to Orchard Road in search for a cab home….