Live At The Social Volume 1

Duration is 63:41.
Comes in six-sided digipak.
Sleeve Notes:
"It was probably a stupid idea, the kind that, if you'd sat down & thought about it, you'd have laughed about, scrapped & moved on to the next one. It went like this - get a back room in a dirty old boozer on a Sunday night. Get a pair of DJ's who were more renowned for their party rockin' than their fluid mixing. Get guests, anyone & everyone from pop stars to shit hot DJ's & get them to play their favourite records. The only rule - our guys go on last. Build up your own anthems, find new heroes, find your own stimulants. You don't do it as a reaction against corporate clubs, you do it to exist alongside them. You think you'll get maybe 70 people, but after 13 weeks when you call it a day, you're turning away 700. Without trying too hard, you fuck with peoples perceptions. You get Holmer playing a set of foot stomping Northern Soul classics that sets off twinkles in people's eyes & talc on the floor; Weatherall banging on The Clash's "Groovy Tunes" after a set of mind blowing freak beats; you get The Chemical Brothers dropping Manic Street Preachers & The Beatles next to "Keep Your Ass Clapping" & "Wede Man"; in the week that a national paper describes your music policy as "no house music", you drop a load of 88-89 acid house classics and watch the crowd get that glint in the eye. Musically, every week you light the blue touch paper & run for cover. Somebody said "blow the whole joint up". We did.
Although the idea was hardly original (people have been doing mad Sunday sessions & back rooms of clubs for years), we seemed to strike a chord. Jaded clubbers came out of the woodwork to dance alongside the first times, modish youths rubbed shoulders with casuals & indie kids. You'd see DJ's & the occasional visiting pop star losing their inhibitions in dark corners & dancing 'til the lights went up. Pretensions & inhibitions just flew out the window...
The Social first rocked the tiny basement of The Albany on Sunday August 6th 1994. In the months since then, it's shifted venue a few times - festival tents in Sweden, one-offs at Corts & Hanover Grand, a short stretch at Smithfields, a proper Saturday night residency at Turnmills & our first away match, Deluxe in Nottingham (now our adopted second home). People come, sometimes arms folded, sometimes open minded. They usually all leave sweat soaked & converted, preaching the Social-ist manifesto.
Months of years down the line, all you have left as a souvenir of a life affirming night out is a crumpled flyer. With these albums, we're trying to bring a little slice of the Social into your home. At the end of the day, maybe it wasn't "legendary" but it was fucking inspirational to us & to hoards of clubbers, record buyers & promoters who came, saw & went off & started their own nights, made their own records. We felt we were doing something special & that our DJ's were the best around. We hope you agree."
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