Hi, my name is Louis Anderson-Rich and I am an archive rave addict.
Right, I see by the way your face has scrunched up that you donâ€™t have a clue what Iâ€™m talking about so let me cut to the chase. Basically, like people who have been duped by Nigerian money scams, Yahoo Mail users andÂ Bad Luck Brian, the Internet has sucked me in and fucked me over. Not in, like, a malicious way or anything butâ€¦ The Internet is just such an addictive place isnâ€™t it? And I have an addiction – I just canâ€™t stop watching videos of old raves on the Internet.
Whether it’s old episodes ofÂ The New Dance ShowÂ or videos ofÂ people losing it in a Doncaster warehouse,Â Sven Vath chewing his face off at Love ParadeÂ orÂ Underground Resistance blowing people’s minds in 1992, I cannot fucking get enough. Just look at the sheer optimism in these videos. Here are people discovering dance music when it was a never-before-seen, cutting-edge youth revolution. And of course there’s all the sick 90s gear.
If I said â€śYouTube holeâ€ť to you, it might help you understand. Weâ€™ve all been trapped down one in the past, staring at a screen as if to see who blinks first. Theyâ€™re characterised by recommended videos that are just too tasty to not click, and if youâ€™ve told yourself â€śjust one more Carpool Karaoke videoâ€ť before inevitably missing your bus stop and cursing James Cordenâ€™s slimmed down face then you know what Iâ€™m talking about. But Iâ€™m atÂ DEFCON 1Â with this shit.