DAY 2
We sweated a lot on Saturday, I’d say, finding ourselves on the dancefloor with childlike enthusiasm and curiosity. With the back-to-back set from Bambounou and NVST, the atmosphere heated up like a runway during a flight jam. Their set was an explosive fusion of hypnotic grooves, broken rhythms, and basslines that made your soul vibrate. Bambounou brought his experimental techno roots, mixing polyrhythms and futuristic synths, while NVST infused the set with her acid and breakbeat influences, creating an electric tension that hung in the air. It was a meeting of genius sound minds, perfectly synchronised yet always in creative contrast.
The tempo changes were so precise that only a true drum machine nerd could fully appreciate them, yet the grooves were so deep that even the less experienced couldn’t resist dancing. A set of pure electronic magic, where every track seemed to speak a different language, but with a common groove that pulled you in without escape.The back-to-back between the Zenker Brothers and Skee Mask was a true tour de force of avant-garde techno, an experience that tested the limits of sound and imagination. The Zenker Brothers brought their unmistakable groove with broken rhythms and grainy textures, while Skee Mask pushed the atmosphere into darker, more experimental territories, blending ambient and breakbeat as if programming a synth in a secret lab. It was like witnessing a battle between sound titans: the bass was earthquaking, the percussion as precise as a supervillain’s laser, and every transition as bold as it was elegant.Their technical prowess was so refined that even the most obsessive production nerds could only admire in silence. A set that took the dancefloor and launched it into orbit. The collaboration between Amor Satyr and Bitter Babe was an unstoppable sonic whirlwind, a collision of rhythmic worlds that made every corner of the dancefloor vibrate. Amor Satyr opened the doors with meaty basslines and wild jungle, while Bitter Babe injected an explosion of tropical bass and electronic cumbia. Every track was a surprise, like a kaleidoscope of frantic rhythms hitting you relentlessly. There were no breaks, only a continuous crescendo of bold and unpredictable grooves, where every transition was pure sonic magic. As I navigated through the details, trying not to miss anything, dreaming of becoming like Jesus Christ— omnipresent and divine—I ran to catch SHA RU live. This wonderful and captivating duo dominated the stage with a performance that would be an understatement to call powerful. Every moment was charged with electric tension, reflected in the audience, held in a constant state of wonder and adrenaline. The duo masterfully played with contrasts, alternating moments of pure sonic intensity with calculated pauses, as if they were building a narrative through their instruments. Their soundscapes, a magnetic mix of tribal rhythms and hypnotic melodies, seemed to emerge from a parallel dimension, evoking something arcane and primordial. The charm of SHA RU lies in their ability to create an atmosphere that completely envelops you: you’re not just listening, you’re being pulled into a sensory, almost ritualistic experience. On stage, their presence was undeniable, a perfect balance of charisma and intensity. Every movement was a statement of intent, every note a burst of pure energy. The power of their act was such that the air around them seemed to vibrate, leaving an indelible mark on anyone fortunate enough to be there. The final act of Saturday saw the stage transform into a sonic battlefield with the back-to-back between Younger Than Me and Identified Patient, an emblematic encounter uniting the darker shades of Italian and Dutch electronica. Their collaboration was a deep dialogue between two seemingly distant worlds, yet perfectly in sync, where the boundaries between their respective artistic identities dissolved in a whirlwind of sound. Younger Than Me, with his groove sensitivity, brought warmth and grit, setting the rhythm with surgical precision. On the other side, Identified Patient introduced an element of controlled chaos, with eerie and hypnotic sound textures, a hallmark of the more abrasive sound of Dutch clubs. The result? An explosive fusion that defied conventions, taking the audience on a sonic journey drenched in tension and release.