What were raves like in South Africa in 96? Beckett’s Trek provides a look


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The peeps over at Pulse found some absolutely golden footage last week, that made many of us reminisce about the early days of rave and electronic music, which we thought was too good not to share with you. The clip in question was from a travel and lifestyle show called Beckett’s Trek and featured an insider’s look into what become one of the most celebrated parties in electronic dance music history – The Mother Raves.

It’s really great to watch as it really does capture the essence of what electronic music was really about to begin with – PLUR (peace, love, unity and respect), along with the fact that you could ALWAYS get a drink at the bar due to everyone being shmangled on ekkies and offers up some valuable insight into where the culture really began to establish itself in a post apartheid society down South.

Someone should really do another show like this… it would be super interesting to see how much things have changed over the past 20 years.

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  1. I remember those days well. The music and vibe was great some places. Was also pretty racist in lots of places, as even Beckett noticed. Remember going to Bump once, and they wouldn’t let non-whites in. And the car guard told us that’s how it was. But still loved the real raves. Was unreal

  2. Best time of my life… I remember saying to myself on the dance floor at a Mother “i hope this lasts for ever as camisra dropped hard on electric workshop powered by Gearhouse turbosound and the hottest dancefloor in the world at that time erupts!!!”

    Now we got the best music… but no class, no vibe… crap Nigerian government approved lines to help us drink more and kids loosing there minds, oblivious to the scene they will never know existed, or what really goes on in a chillroom….

    Bring back the dance dealer who prides himself on quality and selection! Bring back the love!

    Take me back there

  3. I was there, Mrs Woods played a damn hard set that rocked. My buddy Matthew Quinton climbed onto the DJ tower in nothing but a pair of rubber hot pants and a neoprene face mask (I kid you not) which he proceeded to throw into the crowd while raving hits tits off until the security told him to get off as he was causing the needles to skip. fucking crazy times !

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