Garba at 2am

Navratri in a school hall in Harrow: a dhol, a singer, a keyboard set to a sound called Strings 2, and four hundred people moving in circles for five hours. By 1am the circles are three deep and the tempo has gone up by about thirty BPM without anyone noticing.

Nobody calls it a rave. It is absolutely a rave. Long build, endless loop, everyone facing the same way, aunties with better stamina than anyone I have met in a club. The only difference is the lights stay on and somebody is selling samosas by the fire exit.

No tracklist for this one. The band did not have one either.