It was arguably the most anticipated night in months but the question is was it worth it? The answer (as if you haven't already guessed) is a big, resounding YES! This was only the second big night that Wildchild had launched onto the capital, but already there's no doubt that this is one of the clubs to watch out for in the coming year and beyond.

Why? Because the place absolutely rocked. As we walked down the stairs and through the doors to the main room, our senses were suddenly assaulted by heavy basslines, whistles from the crowd and lasers that were mercilessly slicing through the waving sea of hands. Not bad for 11pm, we thought. Unfortunately, we'd missed the majority of Adam Sheridan's warm-up, but our disappointment was soon forgotten as Lange stepped up on to the decks and immediately dropped Frozen February 3 Fingers (a remix of Flaming June) what a tune!

And the mania continued, courtesy of a line-up that was really second to none - not forgetting the little touches that made the whole night unique (including the infamous 30+-strong Wildchild Parade and its free handouts, bubble-gun attacks and er, the presence of space-hoppers a word of advice: don't ever try bouncing on one of these things whilst battered it is not a good idea!) Back to the line-up now (must stop digressing), Dan Bailey carried on where Lange left off, followed by Signum, then Wildchild's very own Reece Elliot, who hammered out the hard trance like there was bloody no tomorrow. Tidy Boys naturally pushed things that little bit further, JFK followed suit and by the time @Andy Farley unleashed that huge hard anthem SSSSSSSh by Jonah (Pants & Corsett), the atmosphere was so electrifying you could almost hear it crackle (though in retrospect, this could have been our jaws).

In the meantime, the rest of the club was showing little signs of slowing down in honour of the frenzied main-room action. Room 2 was where the Tribal-funkers were at, and with Wildchild resident Little Gem belting out tunes like High Voltage by Electric Six, there's little wonder that everyone was all jumping around wearing stupid grins (and fighting for the Midget Gem sweets that she was throwing out between mixes the girl evidently has a sense of humour!) And Room 3 well, this one was even harder than the main room though this might well have been because Harderfaster.net and ClubTheWorld were competing for supremacy put it this way, it was a battle and no mistake. Who won? Er, haven't a clue (but it definitely wasn't my shoes they've almost fallen apart due to all that stomping).

So there you have it Wildchild: possibly the most exciting night to come out of London in years. We rounded up an amazing night back in the main room, as BK boshed out tune after tune after well, you get the message. Unfortunately, though, the whole arriving home just after midday thing (after grooving funky-house stylee at the afterparty) has rendered us completely useless for the whole of this week and the worst thing is that apparently, the next one is a 12-hour marathon for Bank Holiday Sunday May 4th. Twelve hours!!!! They're calling it May The Fourth Be With You.

Judging by the last one, I think I'm gonna need it

Words by Eva Brown

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