CLUB LIQUID, a party held at Devon House every now and then, was again staged last Friday. Coppershot and Renaissance laid down the beats as the largely uptown crowd packed into the venue, intent on enjoying themselves. There were complimentary Smirnoff Ices, which lasted for all of ten seconds as everyone engaged in 'meet and greet's , kissed each other on the cheek and tried to find somewhere to breathe.
The place was hot, in more ways than one, as espeicially on the dancefloor, sweat poured from the revellers as they danced. In one corner, ganja smoke wafted in the air as a number of couples got as graphically intense as they possibly could while they still had their clothes on. A 'sandwich' was formed as a hapless female became the centre of attention from two of her male friends, whose attentions she was clearly enjoying. Faux smoke from a machine billowed in every ten minutes or so, converting the dance floor to something akin to a street in a pea-fogged London, as laser lights created intricate designs on the partygoers' skins and dress.
In another corner, a young lady had her legs wrapped around her partner's waist, and as they 'wined', he suddenly started pumping feverishly and shouting 'Tek it! Tek it!' until she slapped him, lightly, in the face. Another held on to a rail as her partner energetically 'wined' on her from behind. One then decided to put on a impromptu pole dancer routine, as she stood on a rail and shook her backside and did a few gyrations, to the enjoyment of a number of patrons of both genders.
The selectors, thankfully enough, did not engage in too much speaking in-between songs as they switched back and forth between hip-hop and dancehall for hours providing fun for both those dancing and the numerous other who were content to stand around 'profiling' or conversing.
