Train-station breaker crew
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“Check my bouncy ride, cracker!”
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Virtually straight off the plane from Sydney, our intrepid snowboarding techno-heads (Al Ferg, Matt Costain, Mikkachops & Colin) ventured out to Club Clapper (say that with a Japanese accent for a cheap laugh). It was in a tiny basement club, with a dancefloor that was totally pitch black except for an single strobe light. You’d have to wait for it to flash so you could find where you left your beer – which it only did every 20 seconds!

Crub Crapper Cam

There wasnt a lot of what I’d call dancing going on – more just shuffling to the beat – but given that nearly everyone on the dancefloor was chain-smoking, this was probably all the effort they could muster. The music was absolutely wicked (it got better than the sample in the above video as the night went on) & I swear I heard some of the best techno & DJing skills I have ever heard! In fact I was enjoying myself so much that I stayed on long after the other lads left (they had to catch an early bus to Hakuba).

Spot the crackers…
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Despite the language barrier, I made friends with all the DJs, live acts, promoter, club manager & all their partners. I was shouted numerous beers & tequila shots, & ended up being the token “baka gaijin” (crazy white guy), dancing like a maniac until 6am! & They even fired up a laser for us at about 4am. What a brilliant night! :)

Link – Breel wasnt playing that night, but he’s a very friendly techno producer dude who, uhm, herbally enhanced my enjoyment of the evening ;) . Breel’s MySpace page.

TO BE CONTINUED…