Fat Boy Slim at The Matrix
June 22, 2001
The big draw of the Folk Festival made no dent in The Matrix’s takings last weekend, as droves turned up to show their respect for Mr Norman Cook.
The Brighton boy warmed up for his first ever Father’s Day with yet another set at the Reading superclub on Saturday – it seems he just can’t get enough of this place.
And it’s so refreshing to see someone who so deeply enjoys his work. Rather than turning up late to reluctantly mix an uninspiring set, Fatboy always gives the crowd plenty back. He loves the tunes, sings along, applauds his audience and is always on form, bursting with energy. This time around he began with some bold, dirty, undulating house, and just got better.
The Cryonix boys manned the ever-popular Apollo, while the Music Room was also on form, with uplifting, vibrant, vocal house ensuring most people cut a rug or two (many of whom were trolleyed by the stroke of midnight).
The club was chokka, sticky and smoky, and the ladies’ needed some attention, most notably soap. The least attractive element though, was the cheeky door tax which had been upped to £15. I know FBS must charge a fair whack for his services, but The Matrix surely makes a mint on drinks alone.