An open love letter to Sven Vath
Dear Sven, Or should I call you Papa Sven? either way, let me get to the point. I don’t really like techno. I know, shocking, isn’t it. everything is techno these days, hipsters have ditched deep house and embraced techno, and there’s literally a techno night on every night of the week in Dubai at the moment.
A lot of techno just leaves me cold, though. It’s calculated, it’s full of more bleeps than a Gordon Ramsey out- take and it’s unrelenting, like the Terminator – all cold steel and dead eyes. But for 3 hours when you were here at Trilogy in 200 , I learned to slowly appreciate techno ( or maybe that should be good techno). Your set was that age old DJ clich – a journey. You brought things up in a hazy fuzz of dancefloor dynamics, and let things down so that we could breathe and get ready for the next wave. And, shock, horror for a techno DJ back then, you looked as if you were enjoying things as much as we were. I now know that you’d probably be enjoying things a lot more in Ibiza, nudge nudge, wink wink It was the warmth I remember most from that night, though. Amongst the driving beats there was melody, there was soul and – somewhere amongst the sweaty mass of bodies – there was unity on the dancefloor. Thanks to that techno induction 6 years ago, I now like techno a little bit more. I know, hold the front page right But it has opened up my ears to new sounds, new influences, new DJs, new record labels. You still won’t find me jumping on the techno bandwagon, but that’s probably a good thing as there’s not much room on there at the moment. But you definitely opened my ears and eyes to a new sound, and for that I salute you. Yours sincerely, Andy Buchan Infusion editor, music lover and non- techno DJ