In more psychedelic moments, you could start seeing it like William Burroughs’s “undifferentiated tissue”, individuals and groups splurging together into a disturbing, incomprehensible, ecstatic mass – but even with a bit more clarity it was a bit that way. Students, new age travellers and hooligans, b-boys and Psychick Youth, personnel from gay clubs and from reggae soundsystems, poshoes and scrotes really were all raving under one roof, and crucially were bringing their own skills and energies to play. The kaleidoscopic look, feel and sound of rave were all completely tied up with that subculture clash, that pulling together of seemingly irreconcilable forces by the greater force that it seemed was taking over everything.