There’s nowhere quite like the Whirl-Y-Gig…It’s the nightclub cum festival where whole families have been regulars for years, where every surface except the floor is draped and wrapped in psychedelic style that’s part souk, part circus, with a huge canopy rising high above the dance-floor. The parachute dance, the climax to the evening, has to be seen to be believed. To the sound of dreamy music, volunteers hold a circular parachute aloft over the audience while Zeeman Zap’s oil-wheeled lights play across its rippling surface. I can only compare it to a mantra ray on a pink and orange ocean, and I haven’t even had a drink yet!
Time Out Magazine