Plastic People: Phenomenal, Rare, Always Seeking For Perfection
The New Year always hits with a hangover. All of a sudden we can’t quite fit into our clothes, the pending credit card bill towers above us, the weather is the bleakest and then there is the actual aftermath of the NYE party that went on for far too long. Not surprising to feel a bit worn out. While many were pretending to become better people with the number changing on the calendar, London clubbers were made to feel even more miserable with Plastic People announcing its very last dance. So, on the 2nd of January, rather than regretting that 8th tequila shot on NYE, hundreds of people queued up at Plastic People, all there to say goodbye to a venue like no other. There are plenty of wonderful venues in London but Plastic People’s beauty was unique. Everyone loves the occasional big night out, but that was never the thing with Plastic. It wasn’t about dressing up, getting drunk or any of the other things you’d consider when it comes to clubbing. It was about getting lost in the music among people that didn’t care who you are and where you came from. You may not have known their names but you were always with friends. Everything at Plastic People was about stepping outside boundaries. The people had nothing common but their love for music. DJs with specific sound let their imagination run wild. The deepest darkest techno fused together with bossa nova and Afrobeat. Dub alternated with hip hop. In the embrace of that dark dance floor, everything went. There was no prejudice, no pretentiousness. It was phenomenal, and it was rare. The sound was great, and in no doubt important, but it was this overwhelmingly positive and inviting vibe that made Plastic People the club it was. The hundreds of people queuing behind the door, some for hours, speak of the void its closure leaves in London’s club land. But, in the spirit of Plastic People, its last Friday wasn’t a dreary funeral but a celebration of all the friends and memories made at the finest venue London has seen. Floating Points described
the club as a blueprint for seeking perfection, and in a way that perfection was found. Sleep tight, Plastic People. You had a bloody good run.