Dollars To Pounds: We Are Gathering Here Today…
- story THE FADER
The Cotswolds is a particularly genteel part of England, full of immaculate chocolate-box villages, where even the taxi drivers read The Telegraph, so it’s always surprising to find a big, messy dance festival looming up out of the ground near Stratford-upon-Avon. Global Gathering is an unpretentious gurnfest where the likes of international trance bores Tiësto and Ferry Corsten are big draws and Baby D and Utah Saints are exhumed from their (g)raves. It is now apparently impossible to buy jester’s hats at Glastonbury but there’s no such problem at Global Gathering – the whole point is to embrace the cliché. If you can also get hold of a whistle, glowsticks, a tub of fluoro paint and a sheet of A3 paper with the word ‘tune’ written on it, then you’re in the gang.
