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Rik Flynn, Editor
@ClassicPopMag
Iwas a tad green to have been one of the lucky ones to properly experience the palms-to-the-sky thrills of rave culture in its infancy and the illicit delights of the second Summer Of Love. I hit the fun part of my teens just as The Prodigy dropped Charly, and while I was marvelling at this strange new sound from my living room, the Castlemorton Common rave ensured the whole thing was sent deeper underground.
So, at the time, for me, it was all about the moment that these enticing, repetitive rhythms bubbled up to the mainstream via Top Of The Pops, followed by the sprouting of the superclubs, some of which I enjoyed to the fullest a little later down the line. I must also admit to attending a fair few unpublicised parties as the decade came to a close, having gained coordinates in some manner or other.