In 1989, George Evelyn was driving in a stream of shimmering headlights, in convoy, to a rave in a slaughterhouse in Blackburn with about 10,000 others. He recalls thinking: “This must have been what the 60s were like – I was convinced we were having a revolution.”
A few hours later, Evelyn was outside getting some air when he heard familiar bleeps and beats echoing through the evening air as screams of delight rang out. “We went in and, oh my God,” he recalls. “That was the first time I’ve seen shit like that.” They were playing his debut track as Nightmares on Wax, Dextrous. “It was pure euphoria and excitement,” he says. “But I was also scared – because we just existed in a Leeds bubble.”
