Disco Stu’s x Burning Down The House – a prospect few could resist. Yet thanks to the incompetence of the student organisers and the disastrous behaviour of Emporium’s staff, what would have been a phenomenal night descended into chaos and misery all round.
When we arrived at Emporium, we were met by a crush of people. Joining the “queue” (which at this point resembled little more than a mob), I found my sternum jammed up against a metal railing, and an overwhelming weight of people pushing on me from behind. At one point a barrier collapsed, trapping me and my friends between two crushing masses of metal and people.
We stuck it through for a good long while though, eventually reaching the front – at which point I was manhandled and grabbed by a bouncer from outside the queue and sent to the back without explanation. Upon my protests, it was deemed that this was because of the crush of people behind me: when I demanded a reason for why I was removed rather than the aggressive pushers further back, none was given.
Not quite a match made in heaven…
I was then summarily treated like dirt from a team of bouncers that obviously showed no concern for the paying customers of the evening, instead seeking to display their power through a series of excessive displays. They tried to kick people off the public street onto the opposite pavement, deeming it to be the police’s will (the police weren’t in the vicinity, save for an unoccupied car at the end of the street).
Giving up on a conversation with the rude and aggressive bouncers, I made my exit – bumping into some friends on the way who convinced me to rejoin the now slightly more civilised queue. I did so, calmly and slowly making my way towards the elusive Emporium entrance – at which point the rules suddenly changed to “online tickets only”. The uncaring Emporium staff had decided not to inform anyone queuing of this, gleefully wasting our time and artificially inflating demand. Clearly a bigger queue outside mattered more than the significant reputational damage due to the various fuck ups.
Ultimately, the night seemed like a disaster – people being crushed and unfairly treated by rude, aggressive and uncaring staff who treated their customers like dirt. It’s no wonder that Emporium, following in the footsteps of predecessor Camera, is a failing and oft-abandoned club when they treat their paying customers like this. My friends that did make it in quickly left, they said it was actually a bit dull inside.
Wednesday of 8th week was a failure for Disco Stu’s, a failure for Burning Down The House and a stupendous failure for Emporium – a club all are recommended to avoid in future. Disco Stu’s have, sensibly, terminated their contract with the club – after last night’s disastrous display, who can blame them.