Waiting for apocalypse at Manatargaq

I know your music, It's my exercise tape

For the Last Saturday we went to the Manatargaq psy-trance rave in Telliskivi. I was invited there to take photos of the rave and their crazy visuals. I took the evening bus back to Tallinn, swung by home, attended a birthday and by midnight we were at the door. I was still a bit shaky from the Friday's artsy Christmas party.

Nice to see girls with classical taste in rave outfits.

The line was long with everyone being searched and given an assessment on their clothes' level of sportiness. The guy in front of me was too sporty so he had to block the queue and argue with the security. Our clothes were party and the organizer met us on the door and helped us in. The guys behind us had a huge pastry with them and one of them was always complaining on how gay he looked with his glasses.

Dj Taavi Ilves chilling everyone out.

When entering the party the visuals were mind blowing. Too bad not that many people had gone for the neon clothes as the black lights were almost everywhere. Some had gone for the white look, I don't know if especially for this last Saturday night. I just wore my casual ski outfit.

Me, straight from the snowy slopes of Estonia.

There were three rooms, one of those was a chill out area where Taavi Ilves was playing his set. The main room was the place to be with it's massive light show and two buoy dancers.

I couldn't take me eyes of of her two buoys.

I can't recall much of the music as I don't know much about psy-trance other than it goes something like: "diggidi diggidi diggidi viiiiiiiuuuuuuüüüüt" at least that's what I was explained last time. But people enjoyed it and were dancing and showing off their glowing things.

This is almost what happened.

A friend told me that this time it was like a builders Christmas party, when usually it's mostly hippies in gowns. I guess the hippies were preparing for the apocalypse somewhere.

Didn't see the second room fill up, but the light was cool.

The shower booth in the bathroom got converted into a powder room with men trying to see how many of them could fit in at once. The only stall was also forever occupied. I didn't mind, because I've done the same thing. Passed out in the only stall and wondered why people were banging on the door while I was trying to rest.

I think someone spiked my camera because at some point it started seeing things.

It was hard sometimes because there was lots of smoke for the lasers which made the flash completely useless. Out of the 150 photos I took here you have the best. Overall this is one of the most colorful shoots I've done at a party.

This guy came to the future to see the apocalypse.

The apocalypse is coming, so the only wise thing left to do is to listen to my tracks and like my page on Facebook. If you do that, the angel below will save you and take you to the never ending angel rave in heaven or a space ship.

The rave's guardian angel.

It's been nice knowing you all,
merry apocalypse and see You in hell!
Barthol Lo Mejor

Polymer festival psy rave and dance act

I heard it was a crazy set with a dead guy by the stage

This week I went back to the Polymer festival to see Henri Hütt's dance act. Henri is a good friend and a talented dancer and we did a project together back in 2010. During the evening there was a psy trance night Manatarq there.

The psychedelic rave visuals were cool.

Listen to Speed Courrier as you read on, it's downloadable.

The dance performance was very visual. It had Daft Punkish helmets, remote control cars, a gun and bear traps. It combined text, music and video with simple movements and continuous flow. All the people barely fitted into the black box to see all of this. There was another play on Sunday, but that was it. I recommend to see Henri's techno-minimalist dance performances if you have a chance.

A photo from Burroughs, the contemporary dance show.

The Polymer festival is an exciting event and I will analyze it's artsy side in another web publication, but the night I spent there was no less inspiring. I had just helped a friend move from his nouveau rich neighborhood to an established squat. We had wine, beer and meatballs and a slight urge to do something with our Friday night. So we went to Vabaduse väljak, skipped some bars and came across some giggling friends. They told us that there was a party in the house, but they couldn't get in the door. We managed to finally get in after calling about ten different people who might have been attending (none answered). But there was no party. Not a person came to the door and the windows were dark.

Psy trance enthusiasts going to the rave

That's when we found out about the free psy trance rave at Polymer. We set course for that and got another two guys to join us on the way. I haven't been to that many psy trance events before. Maybe only the stage at Robotaanika Park a few years ago. One of the enthusiasts explained psy to us as: "diggidi diggidi diggidi viiiiiiiuuuuuuüüüüt." It was fun though. The scene is an interesting and a multicultural one. There were also different substances present in the blood flow of the goers.

Lounging with psy.

We soon found Henri and the others from where the dance act had taken place and we joined them. People were having shots of tequila, mixing rum and playing with the remote cars from the play. We set up an obstacle course for the cars and raced against each other. Several uninvited guests wanted to join us. It might have been the tracks I was presenting to our little group.

The rascals with spray cans

There were crazy things happening all around the factory. Someone was carrying a passed out girl. Rascals had stolen two spray paints from Soho Fonds lounge and were writing smut on the walls. What happened in the neon lights of the dim main room you can only imagine, but there were people making out elsewhere.

Put your leg in the air like you just don't care

A great end to my experience with the Polymer festival. It's a shame they didn't let me play, but hopefully it will change next year.

Cheers!
Barthol

Three got shot at the party!

We shot photos for me and the cover of Play Ep. Me, Belle and Maarja dressed up at my place. Redlip lent us some of her costumes (remember her crazy birthday). Beautiful girls preparing with make up, champagne and electro, it can't get really better than that. We popped another bottle of champagne and went to the club. Gabriela was waiting for us there. I love her photos.

Thanks to club Cat, they let us in and we had no trouble with security. The club manager came to greet us. We even got on the stage and shot there. The light guy was a fan and other guys couldn't stop looking either. The light there was awesome. They had all my favorite colors and lots of lighting effects.

Belle said: "we were the brightest parrots in the hen house". Maarja said that the girls in the ladies room gave her jealous looks. I met some friends who thought I was playing that night. We had more fun than other guests, the spectacle of the evening.

A guy mistook me for Zenja Fokin, a local Tv fashionista, when we were leaving. Next stop - the snow. Hot girls on high heel shoes in the snow, imagine that. They managed to do it without breaking anything. Another bottle of champagne and it felt warm inside despite the heaps of snow.

Photos and some snowballs later we were ready to go to the afterparty. It was a close call because the snow started melting a couple of hours after we ended the shoot. It was lots of fun doing it.

Thanks for all you support, we just passed 200 members on Facebook and I appreciate it. Stay tuned because new tracks are about to get released.

Live at Robotanical Park

I just returned from playing at the Estonian festival Robotanical Park.
The three day festival was on a beautiful beach on the north coast.
I was performing my new N0NStars live (a little piece of it can be found here).
Wonderful people, the best weather and a fast beat and the party took off.
Probably some videos soon and a new party next weekend in an old Prison in Tallinn,
the Patareiv on the 15th of august .




Photos by Loore Emilie Raav