Although the existence of fabric hangs in the balance, the Farringdon club’s legacy will always live on through its celebrated mix series. Not many have been running—let alone remained as relevant—as long as this one, and there can be few better to carry on the baton than Scuba: he was the last artist to play at the club on August 6th 2016, and will donate all proceeds from the mix to the #savefabric fundraising campaign that plans to fight the closure.
London born Paul Rose’s career has been intrinsically linked to Hotflush Recordings, the label he set up in 2003. Its first release was also his first, under the Spectr alias with a debut as Scuba coming in 2005. In the subsequent years, Hotflush has played a pivotal role in the evolution of underground dance music, as has Rose himself, not only as an A&R and producer (of no fewer than four LPs and tens of EPs), but also with five years of Sub:stance at Berghain. Those parties famously introduced a bass-heavy outlook to a seminal techno club, and established a singular voice as other less cerebral interpretations of that sound took hold around the world. Coming back full circle to his formative mid-90s days of following Colin Faver and Jeff Mills, Rose’s fabric appearances evolved from bass music Fridays to the house and techno of Saturday nights.
"There's a variety of old stuff, recent releases and brand new music, and also a mix of established producers all the way through to people that no-one will have heard of because they've never released anything." Scuba
Taking a no-nonsense approach, this is a visceral and scuffed-up, rugged and to-the-point selection. What’s more, Rose’s ability here to select, sequence and stitch together a whopping 42 tracks over 75 minutes is remarkable. Artists as diverse as Pearson Sound and Patrick Cowley, Donato Dozzy and Midland all get called upon, but nothing ever gets in the way of a dark, seductive atmosphere. It means that in amongst the bumping lo-fi techno and cavernous bass sounds, there is a palpable sense of being lost in the rave. Fog billows out, distant sirens go off and strobes flash. The pressure never releases. fabric 90, then, leaves you delightfully disorientated in the heart of Room 1, and you’ll never want to leave.