Fabric' in Charterhouse Street, has Sasha as its monthly resident, along side a bass system that is powerful enough to make your lungs rattle inside your rib cage. Situated two stories below ground level, noise restrictions are left redundant, as Fabric bellows out a more underground sound, in both meanings of the word. DJs at Fabric have been quoted on saying 'We don't play music for people to dance to, we play music for the few who listen'. Roughly translated, if you're a Crasher Kid Wannabe searching the floors for 'Another Day', you're better off staying in with 'The Best of Trance Vol. Bubbly and eccentric tea-ladies break up Fabric's hour plus queue, offering hot drinks to those still in the cold.
Entertainers braking up the queue is a welcomed idea.
A not so welcome idea is the not so welcoming bouncers. As they put it to one fellow hedonists 'We don't want you in our club, we don't have to give you a reason, so were not going to, good-bye'. Surely there are easier ways of making a club feel exclusive than making examples of the innocent few. Inside, Fabric pulls a London crowd who are either talking shit, or snorting it. Easily comparable to M.O.S, the Fabric assembly have a cosmopolitan artificialness about them.