please sir, can i hav sum more?


This book tells the true story of the acid house revolution and how it shaped our 21st century culture. The timeline is well-documented now: in 1987 four lads from South London went to Ibiza. They came back, set up the UK’s first acid house clubs in London, which then gave birth to innumerable warehouse raves, club imitators, and most memorably, the outdoor parties of Sunrise, Genesis and Biology. The movement reached its peak with the festival on Castlemorton Common in 1992, which resulted in the arrests of most of the core members of the notorious Spiral Tribe sound system. Two years later, the Criminal Justice Bill outlawed repetitive beats and that was the end of that, dance culture was driven back into the clubs, and the rave experience became another facet of our soulless corporate culture; sanitised, diluted and bland.


But was it the end? Hasn’t the riot of colour that acid house introduced onto the streets cemented itself into our everyday lives, from home furnishings, to I-Pods, to high street fashion? Aren’t repetitive beats the soundtracks to our days, from washing powder ads to piped music in the benefits’ office? Isn’t staying out past 2 am on a Saturday night the accepted norm for young people, no longer an illicit act? Isn’t drug culture tolerated in all spheres of society, from politicians, to TV personalities, to Djs? Aren’t Djs themselves the new superheroes of the West, the ones raking in the millions with supermodel girlfriends in tow?


All this might not be entirely down to the efforts of those of us who spent 1988 and 1989 in dark sweaty South London clubs, hands in the air, hearts beating in unison to the four four. But it is the indirect result. For the acid house revolution touched an entire generation. It was very hard to be young and sentient in that brief window of unbridled ecstasy between 1988 and 1992 and not somehow be touched by its fervour, its potentiality, the positive and tangible evidence that, as we had suspected all along, there WAS more to life. Maybe most of us didn’t work out exactly what THAT was, but we were touched nonetheless. We grew up to want to be a more tolerant and environmentally responsible generation. And convinced that having nights of sheer hedonism was not a luxury, but a right worth fighting for.


So here we are in 2009, and I look around and I see solid evidence that “Making it to the Promised Land” isn’t just an impossible dream. That we have changed a lot, and we have the power to change a lot more. That the current system is on its knees, so visibly failing us all it has reached the ridiculous. That maybe, just maybe, if we all woke up and remembered how it felt, when millions of us danced in pure celebration and joy, and how exhilarating it was to taste that freedom, we stand a chance again. A chance to take back our power, to reclaim our birthright, to stand together in unity and say, it wasn’t just about the drugs. It wasn’t irresponsible behaviour. You’re the ones who poison us with your pesticides and chemtrails. You’re the ones who irresponsibly destroy the planet’s eco-system.


We, on the other hand, we are the ones we’ve been waiting for.


We are the ones who are not waiting anymore.





2 Responses to “please sir, can i hav sum more?”

  1. holly Says:

    yes cant wait for this book!!!! so exciting!!!! its such interesting stuff! x

  2. jenna Says:

    Well said! I like your style.

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