Tried to keep it brief = failed
Two choons associated with hot summer weekends, 92 was a wet summer overall after Castlemorton’s miraculous blue skies and glowing sun in May. If you see recovered vid footage of Castlmorton, chances are nearly all the audio is/was hardcore, DiY a lone steady transcendent 4/4 presence ..
Part One. Bumped into my kid brother and his mates at a motorway pit stop on the way home - his hardcore lot and various house crews both looking for supplies and more silliness post-sessions. Have a few battered photos of us hanging in and out of an open-backed truck, coalescing mates and gf’s and mates of gf’s all maniacally spiral-eyed, be fucked if that’s being posted!
You can see subtle differences in attire: hardcore combatants are noticeably younger with trackies, baggier jeans, odd bright bucket hat, short parkas, cropped hair. House crews are a hybrid re “is it Balearic?” and free-party long hairs/pony tails (The “Ponehs”, rip Twigger), bootcuts, boots, shirts, early-onset olive combat trousers all from terrace boys to students to older Paul Smith fashionistas to site party blow ins based in Nottingham ..
Without wanting to sound hypocritical, difficult articulating how heavy the e-gannet approach to fun was among hardcore devotees. Total sonic assault plus total chemical overload. Preferred a steadier sonic approach like a hug rather than a beating. Yet The Truth by Ragga Twins stuck - someone kept rewinding a tape due to temporary psychosis or epiphany. Only SUAD record kept after many years, one track I had to seek out once it had seeded itself