TRADE CHRISTMAS NIGHT PARTY– THURSDAY 25TH DECEMBER
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
With the thought of enduring a string of repeats & boring television combined with eating & drinking to excess, it didn’t take much to tempt us away from the warmth of our cosy lounge to the debauchery on offer at The Egg nightclub in Kings Cross & Trade’s Christmas night party.
Ofcourse, historically, Trade has held its infamous “mother of all yuletide benders” at Turnmills in Farringdon, although since the demise of this iconic venue, our yearly pilgrimage to this most outrageous of outings came to a halt. However, with the party mood still running through our veins, egged on (sorry for the pun) by our friend Ian, it was time to rekindle this most TRADEitional (oh my, they keep coming!) of jaunts, even though the cold winter wind was blowing outside.
So, arriving at the doors of The Egg nightclub at about 11.30 p.m., we were quickly whisked through the entrance having been kindly added to Gabriele Cutrano’s (what a star!) guestlist and passing through the efficient & friendly (a change to the norm) security staff, we stripped off our many layers, before entering the club proper. Walking in the aptly named garden room (it’s virtually outside you know), we immediately spotted our friend Lee Yeomans, who was among the guesting D.J. list, accompanying the fierce ruling Trade D.J. regulars, Malcolm Duffy, Lisa German, Fat Tony & Gonzalo.
Lee soon gave us the low down on where & what was going on, although with a sluggish start, just the garden room & the basement (for tonight styled as the classic room) were open. So arming ourselves with refreshments, we hit the “classic room” to find a lively crowd lapping up the tough & chunky tunes of Gary H. Looking around the room we spotted the promised improvements in the lighting system, with some superb L.E.D, banks spanning across the ceiling, creating fantastic effects in this intimate space. Gonzalo passed by, saying hello and we knew that his appearance would signal a change in the music direction and with a sudden leap in the pace, it was obvious that this Trade D.J. maestro had assumed the decks, as classic techno fuelled track, one after the other, was delivered to an adorning crowd of familiar “Trade babies” of old.
Finding a brief respite back in the garden room, Lee indicated to us that the terrace (main) room was now open, so we ascended the myriad of stairs and entered the space to find a handful of hopefuls waiting for this Christmas cracker of a party to get really kicking. And who else could we have asked for to achieve this, but the handsome & hunky Italian D.J. Gabriele Cutrano. Bounding over to the D.J. booth to greet him, the man himself was already well into his stride, inflicting his amazing enthusiasm into the decks and producing some pulsating electro, techhouse and funky infused tracks to get the room well & truly pumping. It was not the classic Trade sound, afterall there was cup full's of that downstairs, but heaps of the exemplary sounds we have come to enjoy and love from this superb D.J. talent, Gabriele having entertained us at many a party before including a brilliant set at the launch of Revolver earlier this year. So, we knew we were in for a treat here and burning up the dancefloor in front of the D.J. booth, it was clear many others had the same idea, as the room soon swelled and the atmosphere built, with Mr Gabriele continuing to deliver spellbinding sounds to a by now packed Terrace room. With brilliant laser lighting to compliment the music, we were well into our stride.
Only the arrival of Nick Tcherniak could have added to the hedonistic hype, but that he did, greeting us in his usual friendly fashion and taking his rightful place behind the decks to follow on from the top notch performance of Gabriele. On selecting his first track, it was clear we were in for another real treat and yet again, not classic Trade, more classic Nick Tcherniak and the whole main room began to savour the delights of this most enchanting of D.J. talents, as he set out delivering some impressive progressive house, electro twisted and thumping pumping techhouse tunes to an darling mix of Trade regulars, scene faces, muscle queens and their admirers.
Taking a brief respite back down to the more laid back Garden room, we bumped into more familiar faces, our pal Ramon, a very healthy looking Fat Tony, the effervescent Malcolm Duffy and the cuddly Ben Jamin who was set to follow on from Lee Yeomans, both originally planned to play out in the loft lounge, but now assuming their allotted slots in this semi outdoor space. Lee was doing his best to hold the crowd, but on stepping past the mammoth gazebo outside, the freezing December winds were clearly affecting the temperature inside, so the crowd seemed constantly on the move to stay warm.
And warmth was what we were after too, so trekking back into the real indoor space of the basement, the crowd had thinned a little and it was soon apparent that the Terrace room was the place to be. So we re-entered this space squeezing past gyrating bodies to assume our spot back by the D.J. booth, waving at the lovely Nick behind the decks, who was still delivering some angelic sounds to a superbly cosmopolitan crowd who were in true party mood. All thoughts of a boring Christmas at home were gone, as we succumbed to magnificent experience that was Trade on Christmas day, admittedly different to past trips to Turnmills, but just as good and in some ways better, in the hands of Gabriele & Nick. This was definitely where it was all happening and we continued to dance furiously on our spot, so much so & so good was the music that we wore out our legs to the point that our left knee collapsed from under us. This condemed us to a pitiful limp off the dancefloor, resting on a welcoming couch in the corner and refuelling our body & limbs with energy boosting drink.
With a vain attempt to pick up where we left off failing, we threw in the proverbial towel, shunning the delights of Lisa German & Lady Bianca in the Terrace room and the legendary Fat Tony & Malcolm Duffy downstairs, waving goodbye to a running around Laurence Malice & Mr Gabs clutching his scooter helmet. With a momentary farewell chat to super chum D.J. Lee Yeomans, who had put on a brave performance, we slumped out of The Egg to a comforting and warm bed to dream of everything fabulous we have savoured under the steership of the magnificence of Gabriele Cutrano & Nick Tcherniak.
So was the trip to Trade’s Christmas cracker party worth while? Undoubtedly so! Yes it was different to previous experiences and clearly the decision to leave the Garden room open, in our view, detracted from the success of the night. The team would have been better off opening the Loft room as the alternative “lite lounge” space, which would have worked so much better in combating the cold temperatures of the semi-outside space downstairs. The Terrace room, however, made up for all of that and we had a brilliant time. Well done to Laurence and the Trade team for brightening & cheering up what would have otherwise been a boring, mundane Christmas night at home. (DISCO MATT)
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
With the thought of enduring a string of repeats & boring television combined with eating & drinking to excess, it didn’t take much to tempt us away from the warmth of our cosy lounge to the debauchery on offer at The Egg nightclub in Kings Cross & Trade’s Christmas night party.
Ofcourse, historically, Trade has held its infamous “mother of all yuletide benders” at Turnmills in Farringdon, although since the demise of this iconic venue, our yearly pilgrimage to this most outrageous of outings came to a halt. However, with the party mood still running through our veins, egged on (sorry for the pun) by our friend Ian, it was time to rekindle this most TRADEitional (oh my, they keep coming!) of jaunts, even though the cold winter wind was blowing outside.
So, arriving at the doors of The Egg nightclub at about 11.30 p.m., we were quickly whisked through the entrance having been kindly added to Gabriele Cutrano’s (what a star!) guestlist and passing through the efficient & friendly (a change to the norm) security staff, we stripped off our many layers, before entering the club proper. Walking in the aptly named garden room (it’s virtually outside you know), we immediately spotted our friend Lee Yeomans, who was among the guesting D.J. list, accompanying the fierce ruling Trade D.J. regulars, Malcolm Duffy, Lisa German, Fat Tony & Gonzalo.
Lee soon gave us the low down on where & what was going on, although with a sluggish start, just the garden room & the basement (for tonight styled as the classic room) were open. So arming ourselves with refreshments, we hit the “classic room” to find a lively crowd lapping up the tough & chunky tunes of Gary H. Looking around the room we spotted the promised improvements in the lighting system, with some superb L.E.D, banks spanning across the ceiling, creating fantastic effects in this intimate space. Gonzalo passed by, saying hello and we knew that his appearance would signal a change in the music direction and with a sudden leap in the pace, it was obvious that this Trade D.J. maestro had assumed the decks, as classic techno fuelled track, one after the other, was delivered to an adorning crowd of familiar “Trade babies” of old.
Finding a brief respite back in the garden room, Lee indicated to us that the terrace (main) room was now open, so we ascended the myriad of stairs and entered the space to find a handful of hopefuls waiting for this Christmas cracker of a party to get really kicking. And who else could we have asked for to achieve this, but the handsome & hunky Italian D.J. Gabriele Cutrano. Bounding over to the D.J. booth to greet him, the man himself was already well into his stride, inflicting his amazing enthusiasm into the decks and producing some pulsating electro, techhouse and funky infused tracks to get the room well & truly pumping. It was not the classic Trade sound, afterall there was cup full's of that downstairs, but heaps of the exemplary sounds we have come to enjoy and love from this superb D.J. talent, Gabriele having entertained us at many a party before including a brilliant set at the launch of Revolver earlier this year. So, we knew we were in for a treat here and burning up the dancefloor in front of the D.J. booth, it was clear many others had the same idea, as the room soon swelled and the atmosphere built, with Mr Gabriele continuing to deliver spellbinding sounds to a by now packed Terrace room. With brilliant laser lighting to compliment the music, we were well into our stride.
Only the arrival of Nick Tcherniak could have added to the hedonistic hype, but that he did, greeting us in his usual friendly fashion and taking his rightful place behind the decks to follow on from the top notch performance of Gabriele. On selecting his first track, it was clear we were in for another real treat and yet again, not classic Trade, more classic Nick Tcherniak and the whole main room began to savour the delights of this most enchanting of D.J. talents, as he set out delivering some impressive progressive house, electro twisted and thumping pumping techhouse tunes to an darling mix of Trade regulars, scene faces, muscle queens and their admirers.
Taking a brief respite back down to the more laid back Garden room, we bumped into more familiar faces, our pal Ramon, a very healthy looking Fat Tony, the effervescent Malcolm Duffy and the cuddly Ben Jamin who was set to follow on from Lee Yeomans, both originally planned to play out in the loft lounge, but now assuming their allotted slots in this semi outdoor space. Lee was doing his best to hold the crowd, but on stepping past the mammoth gazebo outside, the freezing December winds were clearly affecting the temperature inside, so the crowd seemed constantly on the move to stay warm.
And warmth was what we were after too, so trekking back into the real indoor space of the basement, the crowd had thinned a little and it was soon apparent that the Terrace room was the place to be. So we re-entered this space squeezing past gyrating bodies to assume our spot back by the D.J. booth, waving at the lovely Nick behind the decks, who was still delivering some angelic sounds to a superbly cosmopolitan crowd who were in true party mood. All thoughts of a boring Christmas at home were gone, as we succumbed to magnificent experience that was Trade on Christmas day, admittedly different to past trips to Turnmills, but just as good and in some ways better, in the hands of Gabriele & Nick. This was definitely where it was all happening and we continued to dance furiously on our spot, so much so & so good was the music that we wore out our legs to the point that our left knee collapsed from under us. This condemed us to a pitiful limp off the dancefloor, resting on a welcoming couch in the corner and refuelling our body & limbs with energy boosting drink.
With a vain attempt to pick up where we left off failing, we threw in the proverbial towel, shunning the delights of Lisa German & Lady Bianca in the Terrace room and the legendary Fat Tony & Malcolm Duffy downstairs, waving goodbye to a running around Laurence Malice & Mr Gabs clutching his scooter helmet. With a momentary farewell chat to super chum D.J. Lee Yeomans, who had put on a brave performance, we slumped out of The Egg to a comforting and warm bed to dream of everything fabulous we have savoured under the steership of the magnificence of Gabriele Cutrano & Nick Tcherniak.
So was the trip to Trade’s Christmas cracker party worth while? Undoubtedly so! Yes it was different to previous experiences and clearly the decision to leave the Garden room open, in our view, detracted from the success of the night. The team would have been better off opening the Loft room as the alternative “lite lounge” space, which would have worked so much better in combating the cold temperatures of the semi-outside space downstairs. The Terrace room, however, made up for all of that and we had a brilliant time. Well done to Laurence and the Trade team for brightening & cheering up what would have otherwise been a boring, mundane Christmas night at home. (DISCO MATT)
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