You know we love dance especially when it’s about to move your body on the finest tracks like this “Sharivari” dream session for The Scene.
Here, it is about a more mainstream tune that kept its early house essence which will make it cross the decades. This Inner City’s hit even became the Disque Primeur’s base line for almost 2 years now…we can’t lie, this goes straight to our hearts.

…I mean with being kind of an hyppy and dancing your own way on consicous rap. Sometimes “you gotta do what you gotta to do”, and your own freaky horrible way…

This video is maybe what the definition of the word “cool” could be.

It’s just like if the Internet was their own mirror, showing off bare chest just like our Calimero, remember. This time a new Tecktonik dancer comes up with a special style, with his own interpretation. American indian style some times, speed fighting and working out some other times, but humoristic above all.
Young French kids are hited by Tecktonik, like youth in the 60’s were hited by Yéyé, I can’t avoid this comparison. It’s like if instead of being able to create music French people would rather dance to it…what an horrible cycle…

Ok, I gotta say something there, something that looks like a testimonial, since I partly attended the emergence of a music style that has been for a bit less than 10 years, in Belgium, as influencial as Hip-Hop in other countries.
It appears pretty clear that Tecktonik did all started with Gabbers shaving their heads with Mach 3 listining to RTC (Rotterdam Terror Corps) or Thunderdome localized in Belgium and Netherlands in places where no one thinks it’s cool to go and where a way of dancing is ermerging: the JumpStyle. The Gabber movement was mainly a white cluture thing, the aim was to party all week-ends swallowing more and more pills each week-ends. The movement was I think very closed to extremist thoughts, such as racism but never had been assimalated to it. Most of gabbers I met were lost souls, fighting against and rejecting a system in which they were living, but in fact they could be more assimilated to arnarchists for the more implicated gabbers.

Here is what could be a Gabber’s week-end back in the late 90’s. Of course not only Gabbers were doing this.
So, it is finally friday night, the week sucked, it’s time to choose a club to go to, certainly the same as the week before. Well anyway you’ll go to at least 2 differents clubs tonight: Planet Kabarka (Belgium) and Cheery Moon (Belgium).
You’ve drank a bit, maybe too much already, it’s am1:00 and it’s time to hit the foggy road, you’ll take the E17 again. You can’t wait to listen to the Thunderdome’s remix of “Don’t Speak” from No Doubt, but nothing is better than listening to Bonzaï again.
You will enter the club and will not get out before the dawn, you’re so overexcited that you decide to drive to an undefined Dutch city to get some fresh weed for the week to come and maybe some toxic mushrooms.
You will come back home very early on monday morning, the Teletubies are on TV, they are really part of your nightclubbing nights and you have a strange affection for them.

I am not saying that the Gabber’s movement is only a bunch of drug addicts listening to bad quality music. It does still exist, most of the audience was and is just attracted by participating to overcrowded parties with a certain sense of decadence and is then assimilating the style without being that excessive.

Last word: JUMPSTYLE