2:15 at the Crystal Palace tent felt a little bit like the immediate fall out from the apocalypse: wet, strewn with various parts of clothing and camping gear thrown about by the storm, casualties scattered liberally about. But if this was the end of the world, the soundtrack may have made it all worth it!!

DJ Baby Soul, Swedish by way of London and Scandinavianly statuesque and blonde, was striking not only for her looks and attitude, but for her tunes as well. She was constantly in motion, either dancing or handling the classic reggae and soul 45s (yes, all vinyl). And what a selection of tracks it was, totally out of place for the surroundings but exactly what everyone needed.

As her set went on, more and more people rose from the dead to bop on the dance floor, a true miracle performed right before my eyes. Especially when the moon landing novelty songs went into rotation. It was a weird night.