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Review: Glitterbox opening at Space, 2015

House feasts and Horse Meats.

A hoard of glitz and glamour was hurled onto Space's celestial dancefloor last night, with Glitterbox's disco and house drenched season opening stomp filled with electric slides, bumps and hustles. The all sparkles affair exploded in the Balearics last year with a debut season that evolved and triumphed thanks to its impassioned approach to reinstate the fun-loving social spirit of free-for-all spaces that put the 'dance' into 'floor'.

Back for a second seasonal sesh were the show-stopping jaw-dropping bejeweled dancers who gracefully took to their stages, while chic and sleek groovers and shakers formed in line to be dazzled under the glow of the mirrored disco globes and join the dots between classic and contemporary house and disco.

An enticing line-up of Defected's Simon Dunmore, Joey Negro, Todd Terry and Horse Meat Disco bred a crowd which, as seen last year, is testament to the night's far reaching appeal; a younger, older, local and international hedonistic crowd was seen letting loose and connecting with each other through the musical selection of perfection.

British DJ and house music producer, Joey Negro, stormed the Cheshired cat grinning crowd with house thumpers including one of my personal faves, Danny Cruz's Looking For You. Those who remember the fever which took hold of the early noughties dance scene let rip with nostalgic overload as Alison Limerick's Where Love Lives was one of his last tracks, which served to remind that right here, for another four hours, is where the love resides.

In a night which was blessed to be able to pit its billed acts as pioneers, the legend that is American house producer and remixing extraordinaire, Todd Terry, took over on the Terraza. He crashed in with a Latin lacing of house with House of Gypsies' Samba and from there it was beast after brute. In with Lil Louis's eargasmic French Kiss, which for me could be played on loop for two hours minimum, on with The Buckethead's The Bomb, and over with Royal House's Can You Party. And they partied hard.

Last but by no means least, were disco thrusters Horse Meat Disco. Armed with their crate-dug disco gems of the 70s and 80s, they brought a carnivorous flavour of their polysexual patent which has come to characterise their treasured Sunday night London foray into the outrageous as a handful of male dancers took to the stage to angle their dangles. The high heeled towering, backless thong boasting and booty pad knickered troupe flexed their sex with a set which opened with The Braxtons before side clap stepping into one of their own productions with Joey Negro, Candidate For Love. Other torso testing tracks that blazed under the disco orbs to maintain the loving spirited atmosphere were Crazy P's Witch, Jeff Morena's Do You Wanna Funk and Equip's Say It Loud (Foog remix).

Revered in its first season for starting something special, in a night which glittered from start to finish, it's clear that it will be another special season for the party which feeds the soul of music-lovers who like to dig a little deeper.


WORDS | Aimee Lawrence PHOTOGRAPHY | La Skimal, Ibiza Event Photographer, Phrank.net


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