It’s been a busy couple of weeks since my first ever Warehouse Project experience. And thanks to flying from Manchester to Vienna on a business trip this week, I’m ready to relive it.
I tend to go to gigs solo, purely for the ease of it, but I’d bought my brother a ticket to see Flume for his birthday, on this occasion. So, he, his girlfriend and I headed off, armed with cider cans, to WHP on a chilly November Wednesday, totally unprepared for the magical show the Aussie DJ would put on.
Between the walls of the vast warehouse space, strobe lights and Red Stripe-drinking ravers, we found our place right in the thick of things. Now, I’m far from short, but the other two are much taller, so their view wasn’t as impeded as mine. The poor visibility in parts was my own real gripe. Once I got used to the fact my eyes couldn’t be fixed to Flume himself, and that it was a wildly different layout to the intimate gigs I’m used to, I was in my element.
Laser lighting shot out neon greens, bright pinks and rich blues, all while Flume did his thing. He brought out a few famous friends too, including Kučka and Reo Cragun, which helped to bring alive old classics like ‘Numb & Getting Colder’ and ‘Smoke & Retribution’ (sadly, Vince Staples didn’t join), then the newbies, ‘Quits’ and ‘Levitate’.
It was when the originals came on that I was most captivated — ‘Holdin On’ will always be my favourite, and ‘HyperParadise’ is a bloody banger. Plus, big bonus: his remix of Lorde’s epic ‘Tennis Court’ was also played.
Needless to say, the crowd was screaming for more by the time his set finished. Thankfully, he had a pretty solid encore lined up, which ended with ‘Tiny Cities’. The collab with Beck might be milder and less bass-filled than most of his back catalogue, but the lyrics are thought-provoking and, frankly, life-appropriate these days.
I could wax lyrical about Flume until the cows come home, but it was the Warehouse Project/Mayfield Depot venue that really allowed the man to shine. The strobes created a must-see light show in themselves, and Ross from Friends was sweet support before the main event. So, what a bloody night — it was well worth the long trains to Manchester.