The London squat party scene is today in a critical condition. It is on a
life support machine, the few party people keeping it alive are the odd
blips amongst an otherwise stagnant lifeline on the heart monitor, a
lifeline that has been attacked and assaulted, beaten and broken, in the
end destroyed and defeated by the very people it was there to protect and
For a time yes, there really was “no law here, only the law of
the drug and of the music” and the reaction, chemical and physical of so
many different ingredients coming together every Saturday night was
something that if packaged would have on its label “the way forward”.
However this package would not have been the property of a monopolising
multinational pharmaceutical bastard.
It would have been for the people. So many people, so many different
cultures, attitudes, beliefs all coming together to search for a new,
different and exciting and for some, life changing experience. None of
“you can’t come in with those trainers on”. None of “you have to pay this
extortionate amount so I can then afford to run my ozone destroying, asthma
causing car”. No blatant lying like in the late 80’s about “we are all as
one, I may be a promoter of this event but I am just like you” as they
count the thousands made from taking a bit of space and saying it is theirs.
No rules necessary, instead of telling us what to think, feel, say,
oppressing – it was instead encouraging the basic human instincts of love,
happiness and respect.
What of this temporary utopia now? It lies amidst a sea of foil heroin
wrappers, tin cans used for crack which are enough for an aluminium can
Blue Peter recycling appeal, the only chemicals combining now are the blood
from acts of violence and the shit and puke unwittingly discharged from
lifeless ketamine bodies who lurch around, seeing nothing, hearing nothing
– enlightened minds? Minds not seeing anything, minds concerned with making
more money than the next “competitor” who can’t scream “k, rock, brown” as
loudly in that black K hole of a stairwell. Minds that are about as
enlightened as that City executive closing his latest money making deal.
Minds that are about as enlightened as the one who sees something different
and wants to destroy it. The party scene is no more. The definition of
party does not include violence, aggression and hate. Unplug the machine
nurse, this one has breathed its last. RIP London squat parties.
Mr S – email@example.com