Last Thursday marked the opening night of Turf’s new series of events, promising eclectic disco, galactic funk and heavy techno in the forms of Horse Meat Disco, Space Dimension Controller and Tim Lawson, respectively. For those of you who don’t know, Turf is one of the few nights in Cambridge dedicated solely to underground electronic music whereby one’s night can end roughly around the same time as some very productive people start their day.

This particular event was taking place in Life (Kuda, for those looking in the phone directory). Upon entry to the club, top button undone, my ears were met with the pulsating sound of a guy called Mr Margaret Scratcher, a name I was sure I’d heard somewhere before. In this case, however, the only forms of unfettered deregulation appeared to reside in the psyche of a few gentlemen who I can only assume, judging by their enthusiasm, were close friends of his.

Eventually, they were joined by a much larger crowd in going crazy for Margaret’s tunes prior to the arrival of the highly anticipated Horse Meat Disco. And so, armed with my gin and tonic shaped prop, I decided to undo that second button and join the fray.

Still finding my feet both in a literal and metaphorical sense, I opted to keep it simple, starting off with a light fist-pump. Before I knew it, my prop disappearing like a glacier in one of those panicked global warming documentaries, I found myself finger wagging and imaginary ceiling painting to the beat of Tom Trago’s ‘Shutters’ (I definitely didn’t use Shazam). In other words; I was on one.

As anyone in attendance can confirm, the previous Turf event held in the same venue (featuring Jeremy Underground, Dan Shake and Floating Points) would be a tough act for anyone to follow. Fortunately, every track appeared to hit the spot and HMD’s seamless mixing created one deep, evolving groove. One thing which really surprised me was just how nice people were compared to your standard night out – there must have been something in the water they all seemed to be drinking. For instance, there was this one guy who kept hugging and offering me drinks of said water despite being a complete stranger. Shout out to him.

At this stage of the game, Space Dimension Controller was ready to take control of the decks. Conveniently, I was ready to refuel on the G&T front, undo that third button and, to paraphrase Jez from Peep Show, enter full ‘Blair on holiday’ mode. On my return to the dancefloor I joined the many others losing their shit to N-joi’s ‘Anthem’ followed by a nostalgia overload in the form of Womack and Womack’s beautiful ‘Teardrops’, a personal highlight.

It wasn’t long before 4am rocked up and Tim Lawson took centre stage. To describe this stuff as heavy duty really would be an understatement. The pulsating techno sound raised the intensity to a level previously unseen for anyone still present. I was running out of buttons to undo; forget Blair, this was Miliband in Ibiza. After about 20 minutes of this I decided my bed was calling me, and I made my way for the exit feeling extremely tired and slightly crusty, but all the better for it.