Butter Side Up - Margaret Dygas
Friday 13th Nov
For those who went to Butter Side Up on Friday, their descent downstairs took them somewhere deeper than just the Wire basement. Margaret Dygas was the woman of the hour, and for a city whose nightlife is fuelled largely by house music, the Panorama Bar resident’s minimal style was a refreshing trip that got the crowd going like few nights do, and continued long into the morning.
Resident Hamish Cole kept things suitably moody with a warm-up set consisting of breakbeat-infused deep house cuts until the chants of Margaret’s name were finally answered. Being a Perlon mainstay and regularly DJing alongside masters of the minimal such as Zip, Ricardo Villalobos and Thomas Melchior, Margaret delivered an exceptional example of what this school is known for: deep and driving techno that just keeps on rolling. This is music that excels by maintaining a constant level of energy, never letting up with over-indulgent breakdowns nor asking too much with over-obvious drops, and it was perfectly suited to the intimate Wire basement. In this way she created a sonic world that drew the club in and never let them go.
Every selection packed groove and a dark kind of soul, all characterised by thudding four-to-the-floors and hypnotic melodies. Combined with drawn-out and subtle mixes the result was a true journey from the first record to the last: unbroken, with the whole room moving and feeling the high points as one. The dancers fed off the DJ’s energy as she bounced from deck to deck with a constant smile, pausing only to find the next record or exchange warm handshakes with the frontline of the crowd - those who had been present and grooving for the whole trip.
Despite the darkness of the room and the music, the mood of the crowd was clearly one of joy. With every mix being so precise it was easy to get lost in the dance and forget how long you’d been there, even to forget where you were. For those who stayed for the entire thing, though – from the first kick drum to the unexpected moment the lights went up just as the last piano lick of My Baby Just Cares For Me tailed off – the memory of Friday night will be held dear for a long time.
Words by Tom O'Rourke
Photos courtesy of Daniel Watson