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Paul van
Dyk - Vorsprung Dyk Technik (1/3)
He's one
of the busiest DJs in the world and his mixes of 'Binary Finary' and 'For
An Angel' are two of the biggest tunes of the year. Beats being a carpenter
in East Germany
There are
only about four DJs in the world guaranteed to get this place packed and
pumping," declares one of Gatecrasher's staff. "Tony de Vit could have
done it, and Paul can do it every time." As Jules's set slams away in
the background, an hour before van Dyk is on, many in the Sheffield superclubs's
VIP room agree, and the mild-mannered 26-year-old grins slightly uncomfortably
as four girls compete to tell him just how wonderful he is. Maybe it's
his tough East German background, maybe it's because he has a long-term
girlfriend, Natasha, back in Berlin, but Paul has no time for gushy groupie
flattery. Leaning over with a tired smile, he whispers: "Some of these
people are very annoying." Mind you, it is 5am, and the first East European
to become a top-flight DJ, producer and remixer has already played a spectacular
set earlier at God's Kitchen in Birmingham, and been responsible for an
all-time mental dancefloor moment.
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He had
only been playing for 20 minutes, but as fire-eaters sent rasps of light
shooting into the darkness, van Dyk unexpectedly dropped the beats out of
his mix. In their place, a heavenly, highly-charged chorus of strings and
delicate piano rippled through the crowd. The heaving dancefloor and the
groaning balconies swayed in time with their gentle melodies and took in
deep gulps of air, grateful for the respite. But it was to be a short one.
The strings uncoiled, gathering pace as they went, and a whirring acid sound
rudely gatecrashed the party. Faster and faster it went, until the whole
room was a spinning blur of fire, quivering strings and punishing acid.
The crowd roared and shrieked, and the temperature seemed to go through
the roof. But just when it seemed like it would go on for ever, everything
stopped. There was a moment of silence as a thousand open mouths gaped in
shared, freeze-frame amazement. Then the whole lot kicked back in, blasted
into orbit by a rocket-fuelled techno beat, and all around was crisis point.
Some leapt and bounced, others stood, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, while
others just screamed and whooped at the top of their lungs. Paul van Dyk
knows how to move a party. |