Miss Kittin & Sven Vath @ Amnesia (Ibiza, Spain) Posted by ariadna on Tuesday, November 30, 1999
This is Miss Kittin!
Talking to you
On a wireless
Microphone
If Miss Kittin started her set like that I wouldnīt know as I am too hardcore for Ibiza. I thought the clubs wouldnīt get going until 3:00 (which is when I arrived) but they get down to business surprisingly early. So, unfortunately, I missed everything but the last half hour of Miss Kittinīs set.
But that may have been the best musical half hour of my life.
The tracks she played were so good, so danceable and exciting and satisfying. Be it electro or techno (she also played a track that was kind of breakbeat-ish) she had the whole main room of Amnesia dancing and hollering.
I was in heaven. I have heard quite a few Miss Kittin sets and never has her mixing called out to me as being over the top wonderful. However, on this night she transcended to DJ Extraordinaire. Miss Kittin tore through her tracks with such fluidity and elegance that not once did I catch a mix until the next song was fully incorporated. Im still quite sad that I missed so much of her set because she really was inspired that night and it seemed that instead of her being a DJ mixing one track into another she seemed more like a conductor, uniting different sections of a grand orchestra into one beautiful symphony of electrical textures.
And like one of those crazy old conductors with the unruly hair and little conducting stick (minus the unruly hair as, sadly, he head was shaved), she was entranced by her own sounds. Miss Kittin wouldnīt stop dancing. Her body kept on bouncing and her head bobbing and her fingers lighting cigarettes and her mouth curved into an inextinguishable smile.
After her came Sven Vath. He continued Miss Kittinīs energy by starting off with something that was a bit on the lighter side. His first track was electro (he only played two during his set) and that went right into the prettiest techno track I have ever heard. A lovely melody accompanied a jovial bass and the song seemed to cry out in joy. It made me really happy.
After that one, though, he started to play his signature style of music. There was a string of awesome techno that started with a tech-trance track that was o so good. It was intense and mean and constricted. And it had an evil voice in the background too.
The first half of his set was great, he went through his records smoothly and the music, though always techno, varied in style. There was a moment where the music seemed to get boring and redundant but it only lasted about twenty minutes.
As the music started to pick up tragedy suddenly struck on the dancefloor. From the mass of people a young girl hopped out, right foot in hand, blood pouring out. Her foot had slipped out of her sandal and she had stepped on a chunk of broken glass.
The girl with the cut foot was taken away and soon forgotten and Sven Vath brought the morning in with thundering techno.
Amnesia is magnificent. It is a towering edifice with an immaculate sound system. The highlight would be the freezing cold smoke that is shot out periodically to cool down the clubbers. The girl dancers were amazing. They looked like skanks with attitude and they danced as if they truly were enjoying the music. There were also male dancers, one fellow danced on 20 cm high platforms with no heels - very odd to look at. Then there were other performers, all of them amusing and interesting. Last, but not least, were the guys running around with humongous Sven Vath heads.
Cocoon at Amnesia rocked on August 17 as Iīm sure it rocked every Monday before and thereafter.
This is Miss Kittin!
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