SUPERMARTXE – KAOS CITY – SATURDAY 7TH FEBRUARY
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
Amidst some pretty awful wintry weather, we were definitely in need of injecting some Latino fire into our weekend and what better way we thought, than securing a ticket for the London version of Spanish super club SuperMartXe and what has become known as “super Saturday” (well for us anyway). And, with plenty of re-assurances that previous problems with queues, coatcheck's and chilly temperatures in The Coronet would be resolved, we were feeling optimistic about the themed Kaos City party getting off to a smooth start.
So, arriving not long after midnight, at a time we thought would be perfect for a quick entry, we were positively shocked by the length of the queue to get into the club, a winding mass of people stretching down Old Kent Road and into a side street. Fortunately our friend Benoit spotted us and we managed to advance a little way up the line, although it still took us a long time to actually get to the entrance.
Once through the efficient security checks, we were directed to the inside coatcheck upstairs and, sadly the wait was worse than on the launch night in November. With the security guard not knowing where the queue started or ended, we joined others to wait, wait & wait, but with people continuing to ascend the stairs, armed with coats and nothing moving, pandemonium ensued (well it was Kaos City, wasn’t it!). With our previous experiences in mind, after nearly 30 minutes, we gave in and tried our luck in the “outside” check, although the queue here was just as bad. What had happened to the promised “third” coatcheck and why was the venue not ready to cope?!
So, in resignation, bag in hand, we headed into the main room and down to the front of the stage, where we bumped into a plethora of people, including pals Alessandro, Lee Yeomans, Max Sanna, JC and also Miss Emma Miswhite White (did we spell it properly!). Glancing up to the D.J. booth, we spotted Micky Galliano in control of the decks, pumping out some truly amazing uplifting hard house tunes and throwing in such enthusiasm with it, we couldn’t resist jiving away to the music, even though we were still aggrieved about having our bag in attendance (our bag of belongings we mean!!).
We were not going to rest easy until we had conquered the coatcheck and three further attempts failed and it was just under 2 hours later that we finally deposited our bits into a newly opened check (thank god for that!). Now we could relax and to further calm our nerves, headed off to the smoking area, where we found Steve Pitron with Max and a couple of others socialising away. Looking at Steve’s two friends, we couldn’t help notice that they were dressed in exactly the same clothes, glam T-shirts, matching shoes & jeans (just their haircuts were different – hilarious!). We were introduced but soon decided to head back in, and in good time, as with Micky Galliano was handing over the reigns to SuperMartXe Spain D.J. resident Pablo Kopanos (my was he sexy looking!) and with a sudden change in the music pace, the massive curtains shrouding the stage were drawn back and P.A. Therese burst out of a makeshift wall, with two muscled go-go’ in attendance and commenced to entertain a packed to the rafters main room, to rapturous cheers and applauses. Behind her, the stage stretched back and was suitably decorated in a kind of New York style ghetto (very apt for the Kaos City theme) and with pyrotechnics and superb laser lighting complimenting the mood, it actually looked quite stunning, as were all the dancers.
With the show over, we retired to the bar for refreshments and having bumped into a whole host of people (some who knew us as Matt, many as Disco Matt) we came across our pal Frank, with whom we had such a great time at the last SuperMartXe party. He seemed relieved to see us and we soon found ourselves down the right hand aisle in the main room, by a large podium, which was strangely absent of dancers. It seemed that the security guards in regular attendance were not happy for revellers to dance there (why? it’s a podium!) as quickly as people ascended they were quickly brought back to ground (what a shame!). With the atmosphere building and us getting into a really naughty mood, Frank began to play on the crowd around us and passing by, which had us in complete hysterics (we haven’t laughed so much in ages!). Then to further add to the already brilliant atmosphere, our friend Benoit (whom we had lost in the coatcheck queue) appeared to join the party, although Frank was centre of attention, tom fooling around and generally having a fantastic time, as were we.
With D.J. supremo Pablo Kopanos continuing to deliver a sumptuous mix of deep hard edged euro style house tunes, very much matching the SuperMartXe brand, we were to be continually delighted by a series of magnificent stage shows by dancers garbed in “rapper” gear, dancing appropriately and acrobatically to dazzle the massive audience stretching right round the huge main room. We were still having heaps of fun in the aisle and when our friend Frank appeared clutching a SuperMartXe round sign and sporting it on his chest then turning it into a phallic symbol, we were in apoplexy, laughing so much, we hardly noticed the action going on around us, merely concentrating on our pals antics and laughing more than we have ever done in a nightclub before, just brilliant!!
But the night was to get even better, as D.J. legend Steve Pitron wafted by us, confirming he was about to hit the decks and did he hit the decks or what!?, with a further sudden change in the music signalling Therese’s final showdown on the stage and then Mr Pitron starting his set with the magnificent J Velarde’s “Sundays at Heaven”, to be followed by a whole series of superb electro twisted, hard house tracks, infused with future disco style beats, euro tunes and classic anthems remixed, pure and utter delight. What better a way to see out our stay at this eight hour clubbing extravaganza not long before the 7 a.m. close, when we finally decided to slip away into the early morning to rest our weary legs from dancing & our worn out jaws from laughing.
So, how was the third SuperMartXe outing? Well, the stage shows were as spectacular as we have seen at the previous parties, Therese performed really well, but the real delight for us was firstly in the amazing music from all main room D.J’s,, each in their own way contributing uniquely to a mix of tracks that were simply top draw, then to a who’s who of familiar scene faces recognising us, but finally & mostly to our pal Frank, who made the night so special, with his over the top antics that had us in stitches, like never before.
Had it not been for these three elements, SuperMartXe Kaos City have been very average, for us, as a result of overzealous security who were clearly not ready to cope with over 2000 hedonistic gay party goers having a good time (our friend Frank ended up being removed from the club for doing just that), with promised resolutions to the long queues not being resolved, and most of all, the truly appalling coatcheck organisation. So, yet again it is clear the Coronet venue’s organisers & staff have let down Logan, his team and the SuperMartXe brand. In addition, with others complaining that the venue was cold in many parts, what happened to the extra heating? When they were clearly aware of the numbers expected, to be so disorganised and to then make excuses, just doesn’t wash.
We did actually have a great time and simply judging by the numbers, SuperMartXe was indeed a success and for this reason alone, we will probably be back. But the problematical issues have to be ironed out (DISCO MATT)
REVIEW FOR SEENQUEEN
Amidst some pretty awful wintry weather, we were definitely in need of injecting some Latino fire into our weekend and what better way we thought, than securing a ticket for the London version of Spanish super club SuperMartXe and what has become known as “super Saturday” (well for us anyway). And, with plenty of re-assurances that previous problems with queues, coatcheck's and chilly temperatures in The Coronet would be resolved, we were feeling optimistic about the themed Kaos City party getting off to a smooth start.
So, arriving not long after midnight, at a time we thought would be perfect for a quick entry, we were positively shocked by the length of the queue to get into the club, a winding mass of people stretching down Old Kent Road and into a side street. Fortunately our friend Benoit spotted us and we managed to advance a little way up the line, although it still took us a long time to actually get to the entrance.
Once through the efficient security checks, we were directed to the inside coatcheck upstairs and, sadly the wait was worse than on the launch night in November. With the security guard not knowing where the queue started or ended, we joined others to wait, wait & wait, but with people continuing to ascend the stairs, armed with coats and nothing moving, pandemonium ensued (well it was Kaos City, wasn’t it!). With our previous experiences in mind, after nearly 30 minutes, we gave in and tried our luck in the “outside” check, although the queue here was just as bad. What had happened to the promised “third” coatcheck and why was the venue not ready to cope?!
So, in resignation, bag in hand, we headed into the main room and down to the front of the stage, where we bumped into a plethora of people, including pals Alessandro, Lee Yeomans, Max Sanna, JC and also Miss Emma Miswhite White (did we spell it properly!). Glancing up to the D.J. booth, we spotted Micky Galliano in control of the decks, pumping out some truly amazing uplifting hard house tunes and throwing in such enthusiasm with it, we couldn’t resist jiving away to the music, even though we were still aggrieved about having our bag in attendance (our bag of belongings we mean!!).
We were not going to rest easy until we had conquered the coatcheck and three further attempts failed and it was just under 2 hours later that we finally deposited our bits into a newly opened check (thank god for that!). Now we could relax and to further calm our nerves, headed off to the smoking area, where we found Steve Pitron with Max and a couple of others socialising away. Looking at Steve’s two friends, we couldn’t help notice that they were dressed in exactly the same clothes, glam T-shirts, matching shoes & jeans (just their haircuts were different – hilarious!). We were introduced but soon decided to head back in, and in good time, as with Micky Galliano was handing over the reigns to SuperMartXe Spain D.J. resident Pablo Kopanos (my was he sexy looking!) and with a sudden change in the music pace, the massive curtains shrouding the stage were drawn back and P.A. Therese burst out of a makeshift wall, with two muscled go-go’ in attendance and commenced to entertain a packed to the rafters main room, to rapturous cheers and applauses. Behind her, the stage stretched back and was suitably decorated in a kind of New York style ghetto (very apt for the Kaos City theme) and with pyrotechnics and superb laser lighting complimenting the mood, it actually looked quite stunning, as were all the dancers.
With the show over, we retired to the bar for refreshments and having bumped into a whole host of people (some who knew us as Matt, many as Disco Matt) we came across our pal Frank, with whom we had such a great time at the last SuperMartXe party. He seemed relieved to see us and we soon found ourselves down the right hand aisle in the main room, by a large podium, which was strangely absent of dancers. It seemed that the security guards in regular attendance were not happy for revellers to dance there (why? it’s a podium!) as quickly as people ascended they were quickly brought back to ground (what a shame!). With the atmosphere building and us getting into a really naughty mood, Frank began to play on the crowd around us and passing by, which had us in complete hysterics (we haven’t laughed so much in ages!). Then to further add to the already brilliant atmosphere, our friend Benoit (whom we had lost in the coatcheck queue) appeared to join the party, although Frank was centre of attention, tom fooling around and generally having a fantastic time, as were we.
With D.J. supremo Pablo Kopanos continuing to deliver a sumptuous mix of deep hard edged euro style house tunes, very much matching the SuperMartXe brand, we were to be continually delighted by a series of magnificent stage shows by dancers garbed in “rapper” gear, dancing appropriately and acrobatically to dazzle the massive audience stretching right round the huge main room. We were still having heaps of fun in the aisle and when our friend Frank appeared clutching a SuperMartXe round sign and sporting it on his chest then turning it into a phallic symbol, we were in apoplexy, laughing so much, we hardly noticed the action going on around us, merely concentrating on our pals antics and laughing more than we have ever done in a nightclub before, just brilliant!!
But the night was to get even better, as D.J. legend Steve Pitron wafted by us, confirming he was about to hit the decks and did he hit the decks or what!?, with a further sudden change in the music signalling Therese’s final showdown on the stage and then Mr Pitron starting his set with the magnificent J Velarde’s “Sundays at Heaven”, to be followed by a whole series of superb electro twisted, hard house tracks, infused with future disco style beats, euro tunes and classic anthems remixed, pure and utter delight. What better a way to see out our stay at this eight hour clubbing extravaganza not long before the 7 a.m. close, when we finally decided to slip away into the early morning to rest our weary legs from dancing & our worn out jaws from laughing.
So, how was the third SuperMartXe outing? Well, the stage shows were as spectacular as we have seen at the previous parties, Therese performed really well, but the real delight for us was firstly in the amazing music from all main room D.J’s,, each in their own way contributing uniquely to a mix of tracks that were simply top draw, then to a who’s who of familiar scene faces recognising us, but finally & mostly to our pal Frank, who made the night so special, with his over the top antics that had us in stitches, like never before.
Had it not been for these three elements, SuperMartXe Kaos City have been very average, for us, as a result of overzealous security who were clearly not ready to cope with over 2000 hedonistic gay party goers having a good time (our friend Frank ended up being removed from the club for doing just that), with promised resolutions to the long queues not being resolved, and most of all, the truly appalling coatcheck organisation. So, yet again it is clear the Coronet venue’s organisers & staff have let down Logan, his team and the SuperMartXe brand. In addition, with others complaining that the venue was cold in many parts, what happened to the extra heating? When they were clearly aware of the numbers expected, to be so disorganised and to then make excuses, just doesn’t wash.
We did actually have a great time and simply judging by the numbers, SuperMartXe was indeed a success and for this reason alone, we will probably be back. But the problematical issues have to be ironed out (DISCO MATT)
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