Words by Dale Anne Scogings

It’s been two days since Future Frequency Festival. I haven’t left their SoundCloud page and I’m still trying to remove the stones wedged into the soles of my platform sneakers. What a rave! I’m talking the true-to-form underground, abandoned-warehouse, don’t-tell-your-parents kind of rave. That good impulsive kinda jol.

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So I hustled a crew and headed off late Saturday afternoon knowing nothing more about the festival than the keywords: containers, techno and Victor Ruiz. A couple of circles around the block later and we were walking through a container yard past a man casually yielding a rottweiler, towards three container “doors” flagged with Future Frequency Fs. We’d arrived. And boy did the castle of containers assure us that we were indeed at an avant-garde music festival in the heart of industria—not a blade of grass in sight.

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Standard festival protocol means sussing out the bar, food and loos before heading to the dancefloor for a few straight hours of stomping. The warehouse opposite the stage housed an array of containers, each with a different purpose and lit up with a different neon colour after dark. Hookah pipes filled one, table-tennis another, one had bean-bags in it and most surprisingly, one of them was a massage parlour. Imagine the absolute contrast of softly scented aromatherapy oils with concrete surrounds and techno sounds—wabi sabi AF. Amidst the container carnival was a Howler-less bar (yes please!), a cocktail bar and a selection of meatless food stalls. Kudos, guys. I’ll take a carbon-conscious chickpea and R100 back at the end of the night because I didn’t have to load it on an easily lost card.

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That said, we paid for our drinks with actual money and headed to the dancefloor to join the army of ravers reporting for duty. I dived into the sounds of Oliver Koletski and Niko Schwind on the Funktion-One system as they played a transitional set that carried the crowd from day to night, in a blur of bangers and bass. Then it was back to the bar for another round before settling in for the long haul. Brother lead us into nightfall with a mix of heavy drops and smooth shifts. The night promised (and delivered) a sensory spectacle as projectors began beaming a vignette of vivid visuals onto the canvas of containers.

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Next up, B_Type threw down a multitude of crisp, melodic bass-lines. Shall Ocin, the penultimate performance and my personal favourite of the night, took us places with an immaculately balanced set of harmonious beats and hard-techno. Last up, Victor Ruiz. Does this cat play anything but intros (asking for a friend)? On a serious note though, Ocin definitely gets my vote for the most underrated set of the night. A quick venue switch took the hardened-techno lovers to Era for Ms CJ’s set to close the festival.

40,000 plus steps later and a BPM-induced afterglow; I headed home ready to book a flight to Berlin, bag a Berghain entry and commit to a lifetime of eat, sleep, dance, techno, repeat.

Images courtesy of Future Frequency Festival