Over the course of a blisteringly hot weekend in the jungles of Dorset the venerable clubbing institution Lowlife performed the following magic trick…..
With weather on the warm side and everyone in full party prawn mode the Friday started off in the big top with a wonderful set of easy glide disco and some cracking edits from Lowlife’s own Misiu. Live music followed from Sexual Chocolate which saw party staples covered with an unctuous funky coating that the crowd devoured with gusto.
Pool boys Bob the Talc and Spice Route then had the honour of spinning a few; a light and airy spritz taking in PJ’s classic rub of the Orb as well as a few choice platters from the roster. Next up was our man Nice Guy Henning aka Telephones. As well as charming half the festival with his Nordic clemency Henning had packed a strong bag of plump 90’s piano clappers, exotic holiday chuggers and a rather sensuous dub of Marianne Faithful ‘Sex With Strangers’. The crowd were rapt with it and by the end of the two hours everyone was primed for Mr Fulton.
Closing things out in the big top Maurice beamed from ear to ear as he worked through house and disco classics with occasional dalliances with darkness. As the big top closed the throng moved in to the woods to the smaller woodland party hut. Ray Mang held court with aplomb whilst the Pool were in attendance giving a master class in funk energy.
Saturday began with Nancy Noise laying out a delightful aural brunch whilst the Pool leafed through the broadsheets with a frothy. It proved to be a personal highlight with rousing latin numbers rubbing together with Jean Luc Ponty album cuts and smile inducing cover versions. Later in the afternoon Gatto Fritto treated the masses to a suitably catholic collection of afro, disco and pop. Smiles were broad and a dance floor led by the caped crusader Horton Jupiter got loose and limber.
Next up the man with the most Balearic pair of trunks in the world Phil France took to the stage to perform songs from his record the Swimmer. An accomplished live band treated the crowd to a lush sound that left most eyes pricked with tears.
Later in the big top the lowlife overlords took the helm. From Frank Broughton’s buoyant selection of wonky discoid gems through to Mr Brewster’s tender trawl through lowlife classics old and new. The crowd, increasingly feral but nonetheless charming, were in fine voice and some vigorous shapes were cut.
On towards the pleasure hut and Piers H from the Soft Rocks fam sprang open a bulging wallet of house in many different shades. Moving though moments of deep tribalism, jacking territory including the Talc’s fave Armando jam and of course the money shot of Justin V’s mix of Talking Jungle. Mr Tantum took the reigns after this and a similarly bashy selection raged on including Motorbass Ezio.
The Sunday dawned and Mr Cook treated everybody to a sterling set of reggae breakfasters that made every little thing alright. It was at this point that the Pool had to repack the wagon and make haste to Mantua but reports tell us that Matthew & Jolyon put in a wonderful stint to close out- gutted to miss out and something for the to do list next year!