House-Trained

‘Anti-XMAS’ Party

‘Christmas comes but once a year’ so the saying goes…. ‘and in a not too dissimilar fashion to House-Trained parties nowadays’ we hear you say. Well grumble ye not, because for once we’re proud to say we’ve got our act together and launched a pre-emptive strike on those festive wankers who so revel in ruining December for us every *ucking year. That’s right folks, ’tis the season to be cynical and like it or lump it, winter is upon us once again. And in these times of supposed crisis, do we really need a better excuse to get together and have a bloody good moan about the state of things in the company of like-minded people?

On Saturday November 22nd, House-Trained takes over the Grand Hall at the Cobden Club for a night of dancing, prancing and devout recklessness that’s guaranteed to have you worrying about how little cash you’ve got left for New Year’s Eve and the pending doom and gloom of January at least five weeks ahead of the game. House-Trained DJs Phil Loraine, Stu Hall and The Layabouts will be joined by West London’s finest party aficionado Karl Gonzales who will again take to the stage in a bid to replicate the shenanigans of this year’s unforgettable Carnival party under the very same roof. Entry on the night is strictly by guest list only, for full info please refer to the House-Trained website or Facebook group.

It’s fair to say 2008 has been a year of mourning for London's clubbers with the closure of the Cross, Turnmills, The Key and the recent announcement that The End / AKA will also be calling it a day in 2009. Elsewhere, DC10 fell victim to another season-long conspiracy in Ibiza and record shops nationwide continued to feel the impact of the rise of digital music, with a new breed of techy DJs leaving the ‘superstar DJs’ of yesteryear on the verge of extinction. So a new era looms large it would seem, but out of the debris there has to be something for us to hang our hopes on? Maybe it’s time for us to go back to basics? (don’t bother… they’re probably closing too) Spread the love a little and bring some sense of unity back to our dance floors? Host word-of-mouth parties for happy people wearing smiley faces, with DJs we know rinsing the records we love? Stick to what we do best and do what we’ve always done by organising a half-decent shindig twice or three times a year then insist it’s all in the name of favouring quality over quantity? Ok, ok, why the hell not... just don’t expect us to join in when it all starts to get messy. And see if we care if you don’t show up and stay at home whingeing about the ‘looming’ recession. Ho, ho *ucking ho.