Circus, Camp and Furnace
29th October 2016
Circus, founded in 2002 by Liverpool’s home-grown talent Yousef, alights at The Camp and Furnace to host a post-apocalypse Halloween party sure to awaken attendees from a musical coma and have people galaxy-hopping into perennial techno realms.
Acclaimed for its delicious Sunday roasts and Bongo’s Bingo (felicitously described by the Echo as the “bastard child of traditional bingo and a techno rave”), the contemporary Baltic Triangle venue has inspired a cult following. And tonight, people will travel from all over the country to bask in its magnificent set designs and feel the beat of Seth Troxler’s weird and wonderful mixes.
As you gain entry to the place to be this Halloween, the first thing you might notice is the choice of outfits. Liverpool’s nightlife scene has a stellar reputation in terms of its highly-turned out people, and Halloween is no exception with an astonishing abundance of creepy beings to feast your eyes upon. There are convicts, on the run from the psychiatric unit with the wardens’ blood still lingering on their necks; there are nutty professors, divulged on a kaleidoscopic potion; horny devils in search of their next protégé to bring with them to the afterlife; and even leprechauns on a trip over the golden rainbow in search of a fleeting utopia.
Hunters dressed in green and orange high-vis vests guide you through a one-way system, wading through swampy waters of forgotten drinks, taking you to the Camp room. Here, in this haunted space, is a circus ring suspended 12 feet in the air, displaying an array of trippy effects to tantalise your senses.
The place is heaving at the rafters for Lewis Boardman, as wavy sea creatures dance to the gripping noise of an elephant blowing her electric trunk. A werewolf howls and sirens pumping out from the speakers threaten to pierce your eardrums; better to shuffle to the back, past the dead hipsters, where there’s more room to move your body to the rhythm.
En route to the Blade factory room, you run into Chucky who’s come to shake his tush and let his dungarees down. Red lights ooze energy onto the dance floor in this low-key room. Lauren Lo Sung orchestrates the crowd to kiss the floor with their fingertips, then the beat drops and a harmonious rave erupts. Next to appear behind the decks is resident DJ Scott Lewis. He fires out disco missiles and happy campers glide their way to amnesia.
Body heat emanates from the furnace room. Inside, the walls are draped with jungle vines, which Tarzan probably left behind for the big tittie delight swinging back and forth by the stage. There’s a magical mash-up of neon clouds changing essence with every kick and snare of Troxler’s bubbly beats. Intergalactic visuals from planet Troxler have you hypnotised in a giddy state, totally captured by his swirling locomotion.
The headliners are about to come on. Everyone hurls to the Camp room where Eats Everything is preparing for a sweaty banquet. The queue seems to go on forever; it’s far too long. However, the furnace is already heated up nicely by Yousef, who gallantly stands in to fill Luciano’s set. People smile and groove to his up-tempo tunes; the mood in here is ecstatic. A superb end to the night!
A night of outstanding production installations - and major credit to the creative minds who were a part of its construction. Impeccable standard of Halloween fancy dress, too! Don’t wear shoes that you care about, though. Standout of the night: without doubt, Yousef.