18/06/16: If you went down to the Pulse this weekend, like a modern day Goldilocks perhaps, you weren’t in for a big surprise.
As with every weekend, its cavernous arches had been invaded by hordes of fabulous bears, and they weren’t having a picnic. Instead they were dancing the night away with the type of gay abandon that proves to anyone with eyes in their head that it’s perfectly possible to be both chunky and funky.
This hefty contingent was led to new choreographic heights by resident pied pipers David Robson and Joe Egg in the smaller room, with their enchanted mix of dance, pop and R&B.
Christian Morris occupied his usual commanding position, high above the main room, spinning his web of electronic beats to the delight of his faithful congregation, as the lights and lasers playfully caressed the topless, sweaty bodies of the aural worshippers, enslaved, all, to the pulsing rhythms of the night.
For all involved, nothing was too this or too that: it was just right.
Pulse, 1 Invicta Plaza, South Bank, SE1 9UF
Words by Nicolas Chinardet
Photos by zefrographica
