Logic, The Fridge - 9th December

Sitting down and actually reviewing a club night is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  Do I review it based on the time that I had, based on the aesthetics of the room itself, the music, or whether the people there looked like they were having a good time?  

All in all, I wouldn’t say that Logic at the Fridge was an outstanding night.  It was pretty average.  The music was your average hard house/trance.  I enjoyed it, but there was something missing from it, which surprised me because the line up seemed pretty good.  It was like the music was lacking some sort of energy.  None of the songs made me stop what I was doing or thinking to jump up and down and remark on what a glorious time I was having.  But, on the other side, it didn’t make me not want to dance and was a lot better than other nights I’ve been to.  But on a personal level, the type of music played at Logic is my fallback.  I know that I’ll always love hard house.  Twisted Hard Trance is what the flyer said.  I didn’t sense much twisted about it, but Hard Trance it was.  If it was a bit more twisted, a bit more down on the floor, a bit harder, and a bit more psychadelic, a bit dirtier, it may have actually hit something deep inside of me.  But the music was decent, and based on the music alone, I certainly would go to Logic again.

There’s never a lack of fluoro fluffiness at any of the nights I’ve been to at the Fridge…except this one.  I suppose the name itself, Logic, conjures up images of computer hardness and hard edge dancing, digital techno; no room for the crazy happy neon people.  Although I did meet two boys who saved my night; one was wearing rubber spikes, yellow horns, and a glow-in-the-dark eyebrow ring (hi Ben!).  The other had his hair in the cutest pigtails I’ve ever seen.  Bright pink pigtails.  There were others, too.  But not as many as I had hoped. I like people who glow.  I enjoy playing with glow sticks and browsing the stalls to find new silicone necklaces and tongue rings.  But maybe other people don’t.  Logic seemed a decent compromise.  

If you don’t like being happy and glowing, or if you do, you can go to Logic and have a great time.  There weren’t many judgmental people there, and everyone I met seemed pretty much off their faces and in a good mood.  I don’t know why I didn’t like Logic as much as I should of, I just felt there was something lacking. Perhaps it was because my energy was depleted from going to Undertow at the Drome the night before and then going to the Logic pre-party at George IV.

The Logic pre-party at George IV, incidentally, was absolutely fantastic.  It was filthy, dirty, the music was hard and twisted (sort of like what I had hoped the Fridge would be like that night), the lights and decorations were fun, the atmosphere itself had a full-on clubbers feel to it, which I absolutely adore.  If you are in the Brixton Hill area on Saturday afternoons, stop by George IV.  It was only £3 to get in, and it was a great time.  Whoever came up with the idea of a pub for clubbers with a proper dance floor in the back, we salute you.

So, in conclusion, Logic didn’t exactly live up to my expectations of a wicked night, but it was a good time.  And I will be hopefully be at the next Logic at the Fridge, just because it has so much potential, and I will not give up on it.  If you Logic people are out there reading this, thank you for a good night, and next time, if possible, tweak the music a little.  Make it more twisted and dirtier.  I like it when the music gets inside of me and I have to stop what I’m doing to remind myself that I fucking love clubbing!

Katy