Pop artists making the crossover into dance music via special guest performances in Ibiza’s famous nightclubs is nothing new (but always worth a gawk!). Back in the day, Kylie Minogue did it at Cream, this year Lady Gaga performed at Wonderland and tonight, none other than infamous rapper – and regular Ibiza visitor – Dizzee Rascal would continue the tradition, taking to the stage normally occupied by the sexy Pacha dancers in his own inimitable London stylee.
As always, Miss W arrived late – around the 3am mark after a lovely late dinner at Bambuddha Grove – and was surprised to see no queues outside of the club, no desperate groupies shrieking ‘don’t you know who I am?’ and no paparazzi waiting to ambush the rascal himself. Perhaps he’s not as famous as the internet makes out, I thought to myself. Perhaps clubbers simply don’t care about live performances in a club. Perhaps that sellout gig he did at Ibiza Rocks was just a fluke…
That is, until I walked inside the club and got an eyeful of the crammed-to-capacity dance floor, literally teeming with fans trying to get as close to the front of the stage as possible. It’s Pacha kids, but not as we know it… this was Rascal-mania, alive and well in Ibiza.
As the Pacha dancers cleared the stage, the anticipation in the room rose to the next level as the DJ played a tune reminiscent of a wild west movie – you know the type, hero swaggers into the bar, with an air of intrigue about him… before handing the reins over to the amazing DJ Semtex, the man responsible for launching many a successful hip hop career over the years and now heavily involved with the Rascal machine – also the man who, in case you didn’t know, only has one arm. Amazing isn’t the word for his skills!
Enter Dizzee Rascal, bedecked in his own merchandise (tacky? Or tongue in cheek? Who knows!), bling and black sunglasses. Cue the screams of the audience, who instantly switched from clubbing mode to concert mode, with hundreds of arms reaching towards the stage, hoping to brush the leg of the man they’d come to see. Wow. Perhaps he IS as famous as the internet makes out after all, I thought to myself.
Alongside Señor Rascal was another Dizzee lookalike, backup singer-dancer-co-performer, also dressed in DR gear and accessorised with bling to boot. There was a lotta London lingo between the two – big up da gangsta aiiight? – that was lost on Miss W (you know I speak Spanglish these days!) in between tracks, but it was definitely appreciated by the amount of screams in the room. Showcasing his latest material and debuting a brand new track, Dizzee Rascal had Pacha eating cherries out of the palm of his hand…
THE GOOD: Knowing all the right people meant that even though the special area behind the DJ booth had to be cleared for the duration of Dizzee’s performance (despite the fact he was actually on a separate stage – go figure!), Miss W was able to claim a great spot in the lighting booth rather than risk life, limb and Louis Vuitton handbag amongst the hordes of over-excited fans trampling one another to get down to the front of the dance floor!
THE BAD: Witnessing the amount of people (and I mean hundreds) watching the gig through their digital camera preview pane – I mean, I understand wanting a photo as a souvenir, but surely it’s more enjoyable to actually watch the stage and enjoy the show rather than film every second to post on YouTube the next day?
THE GOSSIP: As the Swedish House Mafia continuously tooted their air horns prior to Dizzee’s appearance, Miss W couldn’t help but be reminded of ‘the good old days’ when that sound was associated with the most hedonistic of Monday parties, Circo Loco at DC10 and talk in the booth turned to the rumours that Circo Loco will indeed be returning to DC10 for one final party at the end of the summer. But will they or won’t they? The fight for the right to party continues… and all I’m saying is, keep the 6th of October free…