Rave: Crisis Point 3

Date: Saturday, 4 February 1995

Production: Technology Productions

Venue: 2/20 Orange Grove Road, Liverpool

DJs: Crisis (Live), Pee Wee, Nik Fish, Jumping Jack, John Ferris, Hi-Shock, Nick TT, Vagas

Description: Ray's Reviews - Crisis Point 3. Catchphrase – The way it should be. This was a great rave with a very underground kind of feel to it. The atmosphere was the best point about this rave. It was in a huge warehouse that was divided into two sections. One was the dancefloor, the other was the best chillout I have ever seen. Raised dance podiums were set up in the dance room for people to get even higher (laff). This rave was packed with people, but the warehouse was so massive, that there was plenty of room. The word “dark” had been redefined, if you were not close to the dancefloor or the chillout, you could not see right in front of you. There were two red and two green lasers which covered the ravers in a sea of moving light. The familiar smell of smoke machines was strong. Two giant screens had been set up with motion picture designed especially for CP3 playing. Conveniently, just outside was an all night McDonalds for those midnight hunger cravings. The music was great with the dancefloor pumping hard from 12pm onwards. The chillout had all the usual Punos gear, and tonnes and tonnes of comfy lounges and beanbags. A great rave, with a great atmosphere. Very peculiar circumstances surrounded this party. Was Crisis in jail only months earlier? Was he let out on good behaviour just for this party? Did that explain the breath testing roadblocks each side of the venue And the uniformed police, rangers, and plain clothed “grown-ups” at around 3am who surrounded me at the phone box inside the service station next door who I then heard to say, “Ok, we’ve got him”, after which I slowly hung up my phone, and edge my way past these 5 or so official looking people, who let me leave without intervention I then ran back to the party, losing my sunglasses case (and supply) along the way. That Sunday night, back at Sundaze at the Pavilion Hotel, the place was full of awkward-looking non-raver types who were watching the goings on, and signalling each other. Of course, I could have just been paranoid!