Autechre
...the crowd crushed softly against me. Some people swayed vaguely, heads bent and hair covering their eyes, others followed a rhythm in their heads. The music had ceased to follow a beat, it was one of many in-between sequences where one track morphed into another and there was no beat to follow, just ambient noise. ....bassline roaring, vibrating in my solar plexus making all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I was swaying too, feet planted firmly on the wet floor, my hair against my nape damp with sweat, head bent and my oversize tshirt slipping off one shoulder. Little pearls of sweat gathering on my upper lip, salt on my tongue. Some guy jumped up and down in front of me, gaze locked blindly at the guys behind the mixer. .... a pretty girl with a jetblack mohawk softly touched my arm and when I turned to look at her, she smiled at me. We danced together for a while and then I started to make my way through the crowd to reach the bar and have the first beer ...