Many of you might be blinking in confusion, wondering why a post about the Holy Priest is appearing after the Pushkarev, Pablo Bolivar, Murahni and Luigi Tozzi quartet. (Don’t worry, there’ll be posts about those too, life’s just happening fast.) As usual, all will be revealed after the commercial.
Even well before the event, there was plenty of chatter about how much this would cost, and rightfully so—25K for a one-night adventure is a steep price. But hey, if the experience is worth it, some people are willing to pay. Luckily, we had another solution—special thanks to Sabeeno for that.
The crew for this mission was new, with a few first-timers among us, so we approached the pre-event with excitement and curiosity. As usual, we started with a light warm-up and some vinyl spinning before diving into the industrial 160 BPM pounding beats. The trip there turned into a bit of a bus fiasco, courtesy of public transit (and maybe my own lack of navigation skills), but hey, at least the weather was a piece of shit.
Getting inside was a breeze, even though it was obvious the place would be packed to the brim. After sorting out our coats, the real fun began.
We found our battle position on the back left for Sikztah’s set, which gave us time to settle in and adjust to the vibe. Though I’ve been in the nightlife for long time, this was my first time seeing him live, and I have to say, he set the stage for the headliner nicely.
Then it was time (or should’ve been) for the Holy Priest. We moved to the center—why not?—where we ended up standing behind a passionately intertwined couple who seemed to have paid more for each other’s company than for the music. The place was so packed, there was nothing to do but embrace the moment, and we fell into a brief, fleeting “love affair” ourselves until they finally disappeared into the hell.
Another interesting phenomenon: the moment Holy Priest was about to start, the number of phones per square meter broke world records. Everyone wanted their own perfect video—because if it’s not online, did it even happen? Sadly for them, a brief interlude disrupted their plans, something new to me but surely with its reasons.
When Holy Priest finally delivered, it was everything you’d expect. For that hour and a half, everyone except the TikTok crowd vibed and enjoyed themselves, getting exactly what they came for.
Afterward, a little cooldown with Kamafaka, and then back out into the freezing cold for a bit more wandering before finally making it home, enriched by the priestly blessing.
It’s impossible not to mention the online grumbling both before and after the event—claims that “this isn’t techno” and the usual blah blah.
You can debate whether the music fits within strict genre boundaries, but frankly, I couldn’t care less—that’s never been my focus.
What really mattered was the vibe and the people. In many ways, the atmosphere and behavior of the crowd echoed the old-school warehouse parties. Of course, it’s not the same—the world has changed, and it probably never will be the same again. But relative to today’s scene, there was a genuine sense of community and togetherness, which is what this is all about (besides the music, of course, because that’s the core).
The crowd was mostly from the current younger generation, and everyone had a blast—even the first-timers. People went on their little side quests, made friends, and gathered memories.
And for those who didn’t enjoy it or found it lacking, I’d recommend the event on the 25th at the Kassa boat—you’ll probably hear something more to your liking if this wasn’t your vibe.
Very well done—clear, engaging, and full of helpful insights.
Nice share!