LA3 at Electrowerks, Easter Sunday. Grown men being led by the hand like frightened children, taking hours to pick their way across the dancefloor, edging step by precarious step. Semi-naked men rooted to the spot, dancing to stay alive. Arms flailing, fingers clawing the air, desperate to stay upright. Faces frozen in a rictus of fear. The music a constant barrage of noise. Bangin'. It was hellish. It was fantastic.