Was it going to be anything but an absolute riot? Of course not. Jackmaster keeps good company, and when your best pals are some of the UK's finest DJs (who also happen to have the party credentials of Keith Moon), asking the "troops to assemble" takes on a whole new meaning. Celebrating his 30th birthday with a sold out party at SWG3, the stage was set for something truly special. It was emotional, ecstatic, acrobatic and at times, nonsensical; put simply, it was everything we hoped for and more. Here are some of the highlights (from what we can remember):


‘It’s my birthday and I’ll do what I want to’ – is what we hope Jackmaster was thinking when he stepped up to the decks alongside Skream and Artwork as the The Croydon Connection. The first track was a bouncy house number which galvanised the floor, strobes firing off in time with the beat and a unified cheer when the bassline dropped. The Birthday Boy composed himself, rolled up his sleeves, and with expert timing and a look of absolute sincerity, pulled out Chucky Berry’s ‘Riding Along In My Automobile’. Cue a hoedown behind the decks as Eats Everything and Jackmaster spin each other round, taps come aff and the dancefloor belts out the chorus.


Arguably the set of the night came from Oneman & Cinnaman who absolutely levelled the TV Studio. Quickfire mixes, double drops and some surprise belters set the tone as they went back-to-back early doors. Everything from Mo Fire Crew ‘Oi’ to Jay Z’s ‘Big Pimpin’ got the dancefloor hot, but it was Four Tet’s remix of ‘Opus’ which received the biggest reaction. Remember that slightly indulgent article where the writer explored the deep meaning of Tet’s elongated breakdown and the “beautiful disappointment of life”? Well, at 8.20pm on Sunday evening all we were thinking was ‘here we fucking go’. With Oneman repeatedly punching a pair of gutties which were suspended from the lighting rig (and later launched into the crowd), he was probably thinking much the same.


Bodies are strewn on stage in the wake of The Croydon Connection, and the arrival of Kurupt FM only adds fuel to the fire. Anyone who’s seen the cult show People Just Do Nothing or sampled the Champagne Steam Rooms for themselves will know how Brentford's finest roll, and it’s safe to say they delivered on so many levels. With full crew present and a fine introduction by Chabuddy G “aka The Mayor of Hounslow”, it wasn’t just the crowd who were getting hype. Jackmaster, Skream, Oneman et al were on top form while DJ Steves got busy on the decks. Kurupt FM bangers ‘Get Out The Way’ and ‘A Dis One’ caused problems, but it was Luck & Neat’s 1999 classic ‘A Little Bit Of Luck’ which got the most rewinds – four to be precise.

Yes yes @kuruptfm @djoneman 🎂 happy birthday @jackmaster!

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Following an on-point set from the All Caps lads, Denis Sulta once again proved why he’s one of Glasgow’s most exciting DJs, with people falling over each other trying to find space on the Poetry Club’s intimate dancefloor. As the club’s trademark steam engine billowed smoke into the air, Barbour commanded the room with a quality selection which peaked with The Bucketheads 'The Bomb' followed by a Sulta 1-2 of ‘L.A Ruffgarden’ and ‘It’s Only Real’. Oddly, there were a couple lads charging and intently staring into their phones while this was going on, using a spare socket in the booth and standing at the front of the dancefloor as the bouncy went off behind them.


“This is Eats Everything…he hasn’t got many friends, he doesn’t fit in very well, but he plays some fucking good records!” With a no-nonsense introduction from Artwork, Eats closed the TV Studio with an old skool set which featured full-on anthems such as ‘Born Slippy’ and The Prodigy’s ‘Out Of Space’. Considering everything that came before, this was definitely the cherry on top.


With Jackmaster missing presumed having a lovely time, it was Jasper James who guided the party through to midnight. Taking things down a darker route with the likes of &ME's -'Woods', he had the Warehouse in full swing, rounding off with a bit of Alison Limerick and Nightcrawlers before a mass sing-along to 'Happy Birthday'. With more than few casualties on the floor, it was a somewhat surreal end to a surreal Sunday night...

Happy birthday Jackmaster, same again next year?