A Short Film Review: Free Party: A Folk History

A disclaimer first: we were involved in a little background work (figuring out e.g. dates of parties) for this documentary, so what you are about to read is a little biased.

I had been looking forward to Aaron Trinder’s documentary for a long time, and even though I had heard plenty of positive feedback from others, nothing could replace experiencing it for myself. It was well worth the wait. This film is joyful, inspiring, and nuanced, and provides a crystal clear view of times that we often spent in a euphoric cloud. The main achievement for me though was that, considering the subject is so multifaceted, the view of the scene is nothing short of panoramic. Trinder has wisely balanced this out by zooming in on pivotal aspects of the history. He, however, managed not to get too bogged down in the nitty gritty of the chronology. Figuring out the right dates for everything, working out which sound system or DJ was at which event, and making orderly lists, as I may have mentioned before, is perhaps the least pleasurable aspect of chronicling our scene, and Trinder thankfully seems to be of the same school of thought!

Even though there are plenty of hard facts for the avid rave historians among you, parts of the documentary are as colourful, psychedelic, and disorientating as befits the topic. In fact, they are reminiscent of the coming up sequence in Beats*.

The introduction describes acid house, but it is not lingered on unneccesarily. The absence of the Achilles heels of acid house (the pound signs reflected in the glistening eyes of both organisers and opportunistic criminals, the cops getting on top) were transformed into some of the strengths of our movement, at least for a couple of years…

We meet key figures in the scene but are never told that certain individuals or particular crews were more important than the others. Collectives like Free Party People, Spirals, DiY, Bedlam, Warp and Tonka are the main focus, with a nod to the second-gen deep housers influenced by DiY and some footage of more recent UKteks at the end. Important forerunners such as Circuses Normal and Irritant, and pre-acid house fluoro lunatics Mutoid Waste Company are also invited to the party. Early and reasonably unsung heroes such as Fun-de-mental and Sweat get a mention too.

Inclusivity and cooperation are central themes, as they should be. It is great to see the sentiment that ‘everyone is Spiral Tribe’ expressed here. It is a principle many of us partygoers were aware of at the time, but this aspect of Tribe history is often forgotten in the rush to canonize the core Spirals, and turn back the clock to the idolisation and guitar solos the house and techno scenes of that era were moving swiftly away from. The Do it Yourselfers, too, were welcoming, unless, as Grace says, ‘you’re a total knob’.

Although I am not fully in agreement as to the importance of Glasto ’90’s place in the discourse as number one mothernode of free party folks and travellers, the argument made in the documentary for this is very strong, and the elements of a great oral history are all there: the KLF turning up with a tape, the spangled Mondays, the dancefloor horse.

On the last leg of the road to Castlemorton Common the embattled Spirals are plagued by stormclouds of doom and paranoia. After the police brutality at Acton Lane in the spring, and a Roundhouse party in the new year where everything seemed to go pear shaped, the mood was dark, and the Tribe escaped to North Wales to, as was said in the sixties after the first flush of psychedelia passed, get it together in the countryside.

There are of course plenty of fond reminiscences about the golden years of the free party and the rebirth of the free festival, but not everything is projected through a rose-tinted lens. The racket and the mess that was made at the larger events, and how that affected locals, is one of the issues touched on. Mark Spiral, outside the courtroom, having just been acquitted, seems genuinely spooked and contrite about the scale and noisiness of Castlemorton, a huge contrast with the other bookend: the trial began with an militant platoon of shaven-headed Spirals in their uniform Make Some Fuckin’ Noise Ts marching in to the court.

We learn about the free festival’s musical progression, from the original space rock riffing to the future sound of pumping techno and house. The legendary pyramid tent is used to illustrate this (r)evolution. It belonged to Nik Turner of Hawkwind and covered the main stage at Stonehenge free festival from the early seventies, and a couple of decades later housed (pun intended!) DiY’s legendary outing at Glastonbury Festival’s Travellers’ Field’s colliding of cultures in 1990. The traveller-raver subculture clash is not glossed over, it is made clear that the new blood flowing onto festival sites was not always welcomed by one and all. Having said that, this shift meant that ‘Five years of suffering’ were over, at least for some of those who lived on the road. Don’t remember who said it (I will have to watch again!) but this is a beautifully expressed explanation of the ecstatic rebirth of traveller events half a decade after the violence of the Beanfield.

I hope that this film will serve not only to spread the word about what an amazing time we had back then, but more seriously to bring witness accounts of shocking of police brutality at parties such as Acton Lane to a wider audience. I see this as part of a broader movement (see also Dreaming in Yellow, A Darker Electricity) to document our culture as it was in the early nineties.

* Have you seen Beats? You should, it’s another great film about early nineties free parties, only it’s fictional. The visuals the protagonist sees soon after dropping his first pill are… well, you should watch it yourself!

P.S. We always add categories to our posts, and as you can see from the enormous list at the top of this entry, we went a little overboard this time! Any comments about the functionality and navigation of this site are most welcome 🙂

P.P.S. This is a short teaser version of a more detailed review, so if you want to read more, including the reactions of a certain blogger’s festivalgoing mother to the film, watch this space 🙂

P.P.P.S. Where can you see this documentary? Right now, your only chance is to catch it at a film festival near you. For the moment this is not available on general release or streaming services. If you want to help to make that a reality, please follow the link to donate: https://freepartydoc.info/donate Here is a list of upcoming screenings: https://freepartydoc.info/screenings-1

7th-8th December 1991: Sweat, Circus Warp and Spiral Tribe Free Party at Staravia Factory, Ascot, Berkshire

UPDATE 8/1/22:

Some confusion about the date for this one. Some are saying that it was the end of November, but one newspaper article (coming to this page soon!) published on Tuesday 10th December indicates that the party took place on 7th December.

A Spirals document entitled SPIRAL TRIBE’S CALENDAR OF POLICE HARRASSMENT AT FREE PARTIES – 1991-1992, still accessible via Wayback Machine, describes the bust at the end:

9.12.91– ASCOT FREE FESTIVAL, BERKS.

Police raid site during departure of sound systems. 3 arrests for ‘possession of controlled drugs’ – vitamin pills and tobacco.

NO CHARGE

Here is a transcription of News Of The World* article on this event:

TICKET TO RAVE

5,000 DELUGE SITE FOR ILLEGAL BASH

Chris Pharo reports

THE organisers of a wild rave party which attracted 5,000 youngsters, many dabbling with drugs, could have coined in £100,000 in advance ticket sales – the News can reveal. 

More than 600 people, among them Prince Andrew, protested to police, jamming the 999 emergency line as the party raved on for 24 hours.

It began at midnight on Saturday, when new age travellers with a group of mystery organisers set up a massive sound and lights system on the Staravala [sic] site off Kings Ride in Ascot.

Within minutes, the huge eight-foot tall speakers were pounding out music while hypnotic lights swirled across the site. 

By 3 am in the morning, some 5,000 partygoers, with some 2000 cars, had deluged the site reducing the handful of police officers sent to keep an eye on the illegal bash to mere car park attendants trying to keep the traffic off the roads.

Drink and drugs flowed,… but officers were powerless to act for fear of being lynched by the massive crowds.

Meanwhile, residents from all over the local area, including some living as far away as Martins, Heron and North Ascot, were swamping police stations with protest calls.

It seems the music was so loud that it blanketed nearby homes and Heatherwood Hospital just 500 yards away and instead shook windows and turned the stomachs of helpless locals up to a mile-and- a-half away.

Environmental health officers from Brucknell Forest Borough Council were also called to the scene, but were forced to remain incognito and powerless to act because police were so vastly outnumbered by the crowds.

Repeated requests for the sound to be turned down were ignored as the party raved on into Sunday morning. 

The calls of protest continued and even Prince Andrew, driving past the site towards his home at Sunninghill Park, stopped and asked what was going on and what action police officers proposed to take to stop the bash.

A police 999 operator was telling callers that if nothing could be done to help Prince Andrew, nothing could be done to help them.

The party raged until midnight on Sunday, when crowds began to dissipate.

Police then took the opportunity of storming what was left of the party, making seven arrests and demanding the music be turned off.

All the arrests were for drugs related offences. In the moments after the police task force of around 25 officers stormed the site, the mobile disco had been spirited away by the shadowy figures of the rave.

Local residents told the News of the torture that the rave caused.

Mr Alfred Bye said: “It went on all night and day. They were even dancing in the  road. The police must stop this in the future and I’m sure it will happen again. I had some of them knocking on my door and asking to use the phone. I told them they’d get a boot up the backside from me.

Mr Gerry Archer, who lives in Martins Heron, said: “The music made my stomach churn. I had no sleep and have now written to Andrew MacKay, MP, demanding he takes urgent action to get Government legislation that gives the police the power and resources to stop these things.

A spokesman for Bracknell Forest Borough Council said officers would demand that the landowners, the Crown Estate Commissioners, cured [sic] the site by the weekend and ousted the new age hippies illegally camped there.

Land agents were thought to have begun high court action on Monday to do just that.

Inspector Andy Steel, of Windsor Police, who mounted the police operation and raid on Sunday, said: “We fear they are already planning another event at the weekend. We will support the council’s demands to get the site properly secured and we have developed a contingency plan should that fail.”

A police source told the News that young people from London and Bristol had made up the majority of the party-goers and that some of the tickets for the rave had been sold at £20 each prior to Saturday night.

* If you are too young to remember News of the World, it was one of the crapper tabloid rags of the era. See if you can spot the parts of the story that are inaccurate bullshit 😉

And here is a second newspaper article, not sure which paper:

POLICE HELPLESS AS 5,000 ROCK THE NIGHT AWAY

By Jim Stevens

HUNDREDS of residents besieged the police with complaints as 5,000 people danced the night away at an illegal party just outside Bracknell.

But police and environmental health officers could only stand and watch as thousands of revellers turned up at the old Staravia site, off Kings Ride, Ascot, on Saturday night.

Prince Andrew even got caught up in the chaos. Buckingham Palace said he drove past the site while the party was raging, but could not confirm national newspaper reports that he stopped to ask police what was being done to stop it. 

Police were massively outnumbered as more than 5,000 people who arrived in their droves for the party organised by New Age Travellers, who have been camped on the site for the last week and a half.

Deafening music from two sound systems in the back of vans pounded out from 10.30pm until just after midnight on Monday morning, when the number of revellers had dwindled to several hundred.

Drugs were freely available inside three dilapidated marquees, including ecstasy, cannabis, amphetamines and cocaine.

Police switchboards were jammed with more than 150 complaints from people living as far afield as Martins Heron.

After police and environmental health officers moved in on Monday morning there were seven arrests for drug and theft related offences on the Crown Estate land.

This is the fourth successive weekend rave in the Bracknell and Crowthorne area. 

There was a smaller party on the Staravia site the week before and two previous parties at different points on the Devils Highway, in Crowthorne.

At the Staravia party’s peak, during the early hours of Sunday morning, there were up to 2,000 cars on the 40 acre site and a constant stream of between 10 and 15 cars queuing to get in.

Entry was free, although some people clearly came with tickets, police said. The lack of police manpower meant they were unable to safely accompany environmental health officers onto the site and ask the travellers to turn the music off.

“Bracknell borough’s assistant environmental services officer Steve Loudoun said: “When we went in at about lam on Sunday morning we realised it was a rather large event. Our powers to do anything are non existent without the back up of the police.”

On Sunday afternoon the police and council officers made another effort to negotiate with the New Age Travellers, but to no avail. Their main problem was being able to reach the sound system which was surrounded by a mass of people.

The music was finally switched off just after midnight on Monday morning when 20 police officers entered the site with council officers.

Inspector Andy Steel, who was in charge of the police operation, said: “If we had had 200 officers we still would have had problems.

“‘We had sufficient manpower to cover the police area but with an event like that you cannot dip into an endless pool.” He added: “We are aware of the complaints and we did everything we humanly could to control the party.’ “If we did anything pre-emptive, injuries may well have occured, not only to people there but to officers. “We may well have had serious problems if we had gone in at any time on Saturday evening or Sunday morning.”

Despite the recent wave of popular rave parties police are anxious to remain vigilant and do all that is possible to stop them.

Sergeant Steve Huckin, assistant chief press officer for the Thames Valley Police, said: “We do not really want to stop people having fun and enjoying themselves. We are not killjoys. But we are concerned because of the nature of the parties. They are unlicensed and do not have a public entertainments licence, which means they do not have all the protection of fire and safety regulations that a licence holder has. And there is a risk of people getting injured.”

With people also trying to peddle drugs at these parties the police were also concerned, he said. “The chief constables intention is to carry on taking action, even with the resource implications, to stop parties, prevent people being put at risk and minimise disruption to the community.”

Bracknell borough council will now be pressing for a change to existing legislation., giving them stronger powers to clamp down on parties. The landowners of the site were hoping to evict the travellers this week.

Here’s a third article, this one from the Sun was published on Tuesday, December 10, 1991.

Andrew In Rave Snarl-Up

By JANE McCORMICK

PRINCE  Andrew was caught up in the chaos as police tried to break up a 5,000-strong acid house party, it was revealed last night.

Andrew, stuck in a huge traffic jam, pulled up and asked an officer: “What on earth is going on?”

The prince was driving past the illegal rave at Ascot, Berks, on the way to his Sunninghill Park home two miles away. 

Blast

Police failed to stop the party in a 40-acre field, which blasted music for 24 hours at the weekend.

Inspector Andy Steel said: “The Duke of York was driving past the site.

“He stopped to find out what was being done about it.”

Police eventually broke up the party and arrested seven people for drug offences.

NB This post refers to the second party at this site, for the earlier do, please read this post: https://freepartypeople.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/saturday-23rd-november-1991-free-party-at-staravia-factory-ascot-berkshire/

More from Snufkin:

That Ascot party was awesome. Last day of November 1991 and it was cold, minus ten at least I’d say. We had been living there ten days or so, on the site of a demolished jet engine factory called Staravia. The site had been used for storing  pea gravel so there were mounds of the stuff everywhere and huge ruts frozen solid.

… Easygroove turned up with the whole Circus Warp crew and added their tent onto our shambles. Spirals turned up later and they had to stay out in the cold. I remember walking away from the party at one point, tripping my tits off I turned back to look. There were 5000 people raving in a bodged together tent and the heat of their bodies formed a fog around the tend, which pulsed and throbbed with the lights. As I watched, the fog sat up on its haunches, like something ethereal out of ghostbusters, smiled a snaggletooth smile at me, winked and then settled back down again, curling itself around the party contentedly. No, really!

I can’t remember how long we partied for, maybe til tuesday, it got pretty twisted by the end. I had the burner going in my trailer all the way through and the site was big enough that it was possible to sleep now and then, but I don’t remember too much sleeping..

Here’s a map: http://wikimapia.org/9626663/Spiral-Tribe-Rave

Thanks again for the nice long comment Snufkin. Does anyone else remember this at all? Any photos?

31st August 1991: Sweat Free Party in Little Faringdon, Oxfordshire

Legends tell that there was a cracker of a free party on this date in Little Farringdon. Tell us the rest, dear readers 🙂

24th-27th May 1991: Brainstorm, Circus Warp, DiY and Sweat at Avon Free Festival, Sodbury Common, Chipping Sodbury, Avon

Even with roadblocks, especially as the new rave-dominated festivals exploded over that year, festival-goers would just abandon their cars and walk to the event, often for miles. It’s very tricky to keep thousands of young, excited and determined people away from a large site, as the police discovered. There being no mobile phones, we received a call on the landline sometime on the Thursday. A site had been taken, Sodbury Common near the village of Chipping Sodbury, then still in Avon, later Gloucestershire. Again, with no GPS we had to consult the obligatory UK road map to find the place, and then we loaded our system into a mate’s long wheel-base van and set off, having informed all our production crew and associates. Simple as that: no planning, no hesitation, no fear.

Having gained access to the common, it was clear that this would be big. In the end, as the ravers swelled the ranks on the Friday and Saturday night, this would turn out to be the biggest free festival I had ever been to; it was nowhere near the size of the Stonehenge festivals I had just missed years before, or Glastonbury, but much bigger than Avon Free in 1988. Press reports put the numbers at around four thousand, but it seemed much bigger to me, and I reckon there were a good ten thousand attendees on the Saturday night. We set up Black Box in front of our friend Roger’s double-decker bus, put the generators around the other side, plugged in the decks and turned up the bass.

It was Chipping Sodbury, the name by which this festival folklore, that would entered prove the turning point in the traveller/raver/free festival alliance. As far as I know, Sweat and Circus Warp were also playing, but we were so locked into our own DiY patch that I don’t think I left for two days. Hundreds gathered in front of our speakers, Jack and Simon played marathon sets beneath a clear sky and starry nights. It felt like a real gathering of the tribes. The Free Party People were there. Many had driven from Nottingham, Liverpool, Bath, Exeter, London; the atmosphere was wild, jubilant, ecstatic. People danced on our speakers, danced on buses, the sun shone the whole weekend, and, for the first time, it felt like dance music had not just been accepted at a free festival but had taken over. I sat on a traveller’s bus and stared wide-eyed as someone who will definitely remain nameless opened a bag to display five thousand ecstasy tablets and, again for the first time, it felt as though this synthetic new chemical had now become the drug of choice at festivals. And it showed.

On Sunday morning, Digs and Woosh took over the decks for hours, playing a truly eclectic and seductive set, moving from the house music of the night through funk, soul, hip-hop and jazz. In one of those moments where you realise things have truly changed, I watched with delight as hundreds of crusties, travellers, ravers and whatevers danced or sat down and bobbed along together to Lonnie Liston Smith, Roy Ayers and A Tribe Called Quest right through Sunday afternoon. Here was the true spiritual heir to the Summer of Love and the early acid house scene.

Chipping Sodbury was the first free festival so explicit in the presence of dance music. It was from here that most of the traveller’s initial hostility to house music began to fade. From here, trainers began replacing boots, ecstasy replacing acid or speed, and the unstoppable juggernaut of electronic beats replacing live bands and space-rock.

Not universally, of course, as some travellers never lost their instinctive dislike of house music, and there can be no doubt that trying to put kids to bed with the massively amplified metronomic beat of a large sound system pounding away for days would be a nightmare. But we had tasted the real freedom and joyous abandon that festivals now represented, and we had no intention of stopping.

Crucially, Chipping Sodbury had been a truly collective endeavour. Aside from the decks, DJs and sound system, where Jules was assisted by a growing team of proto-techies, a whole infrastructure of support was emerging. In addition to Rob’s projections, Moffball was establishing his own unique and magical lighting show, backdrops and decor. Different people would refill the all-important generators, without which we would have had only silence. Teams of the extended family would comb the crowd asking for donations in buckets, giving away love cabbages in return. Just as importantly, unlike a licensed rave where everyone was ordered to go home at 6am, these festivals went on for days. A truly eclectic mix of people from across the cultural spectrum were able to sit in the sun and talk. Hugs were often exchanged, and friendships were made for life. Mostly we were young, and although some of us were veterans of the festival scene and DiY had already been organising parties for two years, at Chipping Sodbury was twenty-four years old. Over this summer, our bonds with the travellers grew, and a core group would coalesce around this new, exciting scene. 

Harry Harrison, Dreaming in YellowVelocity Press, 2022, p.145-147.

Here is Matthew Collin’s account of the festival:

chipping sodbury as p228

From Matthew Collin, Altered State: The Story Of Ecstasy Culture and Acid House. London: Serpent’s Tail, 2009, p.228.

Steve sent us this clipping:

sodburycommon91

Some photos of the festival on this page (scroll down):

https://www.travellerhomes.co.uk/?gallery=63

This was a year before Castlemorton and there were apparently house systems there according to this page: http://www.oldskoolanthemz.com/forum/chillout-room/11812-good-old-days-acidic-warehousing-bygone-nights.html (it’s a great article which was apparently copied from the now-defunct DiY discs site).

For the first time the major festivals appeared not so much as hippy events but akin to the great orbital raves of 1988. Here, indeed, was the true spiritual heir to the Summer of Love. The commercial rave scene could no longer genuinely claim to represent love, unity or spiritual celebration. Chipping Sodbury, the eventual site of the Avon Free Festival of 1991, featured various house systems and was really the first free festival so explicit in it’s reveration of dance music. The antagonisms many travellers felt towards these foreign new sounds, also began to become apparent. Fair point, if you have to live on a site with a baby, five days of hugely amplified house is probably not ideal. However, it is undeniable that the influx of this culture breathed new life into an atrophying festival scene. The Avon Free in 1987, for example, had been without joy, a paean to negativity.

Alan ‘Tash’ Lodge had some unwelcome police attention there, the text below is from his page: http://tash.gn.apc.org/photo_degree_ntu.htm

In May 1991 at a small “free festival” near Chipping Sodbury in Avon, a major police operation was mounted and road blocks were set up. The police were attempting to search most of those attending for controlled drugs. This “blanket” activity was held by our counsel to be illegal, since the police must act on individual grounds to suspect any particular individual. The law says that they must not make judgements on colour, style, appearance etc.

This was, however, exactly what was occurring and I was asked by lawyers to go and photograph the circumstances for later use (slides 134 – 142). I have engaged in this activity many times and know police frequently object or are obstructive.

This occasion was no different and while photographing, was threatened with arrest. It was never clear exactly why, but it would have achieved getting me out of the way. I was also subjected to a search myself.

The story is described in a statement that I made to record an official complaint against the police.

26th-28th May 1989: Sweat sound system at Avon Free Festival at Inglestone Common, Gloucestershire

According to Harry Harrison’s excellent tome on DiY sound sytem’s exploits, Dreaming in Yellow*, Sweat brought their rig to this free festival.

It took place on the May Bank Holiday Weekend. If you know more about the date, the place, or just have hazy smoky memories, this is the place to share them 😀 Please let me know in the comments 🙂 Thanks in advance, kind reader!

A bit of background from the ever-reliable UK Rock Festivals site here

Please note that I wrote a post for the next year’s festival here: 25th-27th May 1990: Sound Systems Unknown at Avon Free Festival at Inglestone Common, Gloucestershire

*Review coming shortly!