They say it’s probably the most visionary club in the world… I say, without a doubt. Wonder and excitement fill your senses as the swirling incense entices you through the door and into a world that oozes with psychedelia and begs to be explored; much like discovering Aladdin’s cave. Read more →
Aha! Whirl-Y-Gig! I may have gushed about this place before but I really do feel it’s worth the accolade. Whirly is a once monthly dance event held at Jacks nightclub in London Bridge. It’s been going for as long as I’ve been on this planet, and it’s the loveliest club in London.
The evening begins with a walk down a narrow corridor, lit with ambient psychedelic colours. It opens into the chill out room, which continues the psychedelic theme. There are brightly coloured materials strewn from the walls, ambient lights everywhere, and psychedelic oil lights making kaleidoscopic patterns on the walls. Here and there an image is projected, a faerie, a flower. Around the room are low comfy seats and tables, a stall selling glow sticks, CD’s, and fair trade goods, and a little café bar that provides tea, fruit, and cakes throughout the night. The ambiance of the place was the first thing that struck me, it manages to feel both comforting and exciting at the same time. Read more →
Silks and incense still uplift clubbers’ senses as Whirl-y-gig celebrates its 21st anniversary
As giant balloons fill the air, a parachute falls gently over the heads of several hundred hot, happy dancers, who sink to the ground beneath its huge canopy. And so ends another successful Whirl-Y-Gig.
One of the longest-running club nights in the UK, Whirl-Y-Gig celebrated its 21st anniversary last Saturday. The event promotes itself as a community-based dance experience for children and adults alike. It is, according to the website, “an event difficult to describe, a moment difficult to miss“. It was founded by the Association of Humanistic Psychology, a charity for those interested in developing and nurturing human potential within a more conscious and humane global society. At the first event held in August 1981, contemporary pop and 1960s disco were played, interrupted once in a while for a ‘caller’ to take the microphone and lead the audience in dances from around the world: Irish, African, Latin American.
Richard Sutcliffe discovered Whirl-Y-Gig as a young clubber looking for an event which suited his hippy leanings. He was later to inherit his happy discovery and take it to a higher plane of success by introducing international music under the moniker DJ Monkey Pilot.
“In the early days, we used to try to make every gig a little better than the last, always adding, elaborating and shaping,” he says. “It has now become a well-harmonised event and everything works together: people, environment, lights, decor, music and stewarding style. It all points to a shared common vision that embraces and connects all people.”
DJ Monkey Pilot has always shied away from playing a night of Whirl-y classics, but the 21st birthday party provides a perfect opportunity. His style has not changed radically since the club’s inception and tonight’s journey takes in a range of ambient and trance-influenced beats from around the earth.
“The world is getting smaller and music should reflect a global culture, positioned in the multicultural London of here and now. We’ve always been interested in new sounds, what people might call fusion. Not traditional forms but new music that has been influenced by global traditions.”
In the notoriously fickle, fashion-led business of clubbing, Whirl-y-gig’s simple formula inspires an enviable loyalty among both staff and customers. With a lorry-load of equipment the stewards totally transform the building. Lights are rigged, walls are draped with parachute silk and saris, and fresh flowers placed on the tables. The result is superbly sensual.
No alcohol is sold on the premises. Punters are welcome to bring their own but drunkenness is discouraged. The bar instead offers a comprehensive range of tasty organic juices and a cafe sells fruity teas, coffee and wholesome treats, with nothing priced over a pound.
The Camden Centre, which holds 1000 people and has hosted the event for the last four years, was full to capacity for the anniversary event. Alan Gee, the centre manager, looks forward to the monthly invasion of Whirl-Y-Gig. “The operation is now extremely professional, very smooth and very sophisticated. It’s one of my favourite events because the atmosphere is so nice and everyone seems to go away incredibly happy,” he says. “We originally employed about 10 security staff but now have that down to three, because Whirl-y stewards are pretty exceptional. The way they approach their clients is really good and friendly. They are very, very welcome here.”
John Lundy, who lives in Germany but is back in London for the Whirl-y birthday, is a stewarding veteran: “I used to go to a club where Richard played 20 years ago. I came to a gig, was asked to work and I’m still here eight years later,” he says. “It’s special because you work with a crew who all support each other. When you’ve worked 20 hours, you really need someone to pat you on the back. And when you see everyone’s gone away happy, it’s always magical.”
Sue Patterson is attending the event with two of her four children, Oona, 16, and Issac, five. Three generations would have attended together but a rash and temperature have kept her other children at home with grandma.
Sue remembers Whirl-Y-Gig 17 years ago when she attended regularly. She then hired it for her daughter’s first birthday. “It was the only place that was drug-free and fun for all the family,” she says. “Being left at home as a child is both boring and scary. The old Victorian ideal of shutting the children away made for lonely kids and therapy. Allowing your children to be with you, to dance with you, creates a more harmonious relationship.”
Oona believes that in another 21 years time she will still be Whirl-y-gigging, along with her grandmother, mother and probably her own children. “After all, they are the people of the future,” she says, “so you might as well teach them to dance.”
As the hall empties at four in the morning, everyone is happy, and no one more so than DJ Monkey Pilot’s wife and collaborator, Mary. “It was fantastic,” she says, “probably the busiest we’ve ever had here. Old friends popped by, all the kids were out and all the fairies were dancing.”
After 21 years, Mary has no doubt that the Whirl-y-thing is as relevant and honest as ever, with a bright, sustainable future: “People are voting with their hearts and feet, staying true to the same shared values. Being together in peace and love – it’s what we all want: to be happy, to be joyous and to be free.”
From The Guardian Unlimited
Tuesday August 6, 2002
Whirl-y-Gig is a magical club, in London, where global vibes collide with uplifting trance, drum ‘n bass, breakbeat and ambient dance, all fused together by DJ Monkey Pilot. Under the comfort of the giant pink parachute in the roof, the whole environment is adorned by beautiful saris and wall hangings, all of which are bathed in a radiant spectral delight by Zeeman Zap light show. Visually the Whirl-y-Gig nights are spectacular adding a carnival atmosphere and complemented by a broad range of musical delights. Read more →
“The man in the Viking helmet is smiling as the two pre-school nymphets encircle him in a paganesque dance. Another case of some sleaze ball sicko corrupting young innocents or perhaps something even more sinister, more sordid ? No, no, no ! Mr Viking, it transpires, is bopping with his daughters. Everything is not as it seems at one of the most influential events in club history. Read more →
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
Finding someone who’s actually named after a Comsat Angels song is rare enough – but discovering that Britain’s most forward-thinking and mind-bendingly diverse DJ is prepared to admit that his chief inspiration was a scratchy post-punk Sheffield band is another revelation entirely.
But that’s MONKEY PILOT, host to what was, until recently, one of clubland’s best-kept secrets. A night at East London’s Whirl-Y-Gig, where the Pilot steers the entire four hours, is a collage of inspirational sounds collected from every corner of the known universe. Read more →