We are telling you because the room is almost gone. The Paljassaare warehouses are coming down. The harbour is going to be apartments. SÜRRYARD runs inside the last breath of a building, the long exhale a place takes between the decision to destroy it and the day the destruction arrives. The address moves between people who already know. You are reading this because we decided you should be one of them.

Inside, the techno is faster than it should be, harder than it should be, stretched until something in it gives. The sound system takes the room before you have decided to give it. The light cuts through what is left. Bodies turn into silhouettes, movement turns into reflex, thought arrives late and stays out of the way. Rikhter builds hard techno like architecture, holds, then breaks open and you feel the room change shape under your feet. Kalte Liebe threads EBM and cold wave through the structure in German and English, performance and machine, and the seam between them shows for a moment and then goes through you. Lene Ma Rue runs faster techno with the calm of someone who has lived inside rooms like this one, and the calm is what unsettles. CT Venom, Qslap and Micaxsan keep the pressure on across hardcore, trance and the harder edges of techno, until you stop knowing which genre you are inside.

What SÜRRYARD gives you is the particular feeling of being inside a structure that has accepted its ending. You dance with strangers in a room that is rehearsing its own disappearance, and some part of you recognises the rehearsal, because some part of you has been doing the same thing for a long time, quietly, on your own. You have been carrying something. A room like this is where you put it down for a few hours, in great company. Leave it in the walls. Let it come down with them. You walk out lighter than you came. That is what places like this are for.