ONE TRIBE BY NIGHT


The night may draw in but that doesn’t stop the temperature rising as the festival starts to morph into a different organism altogether.

Pyrotechnic flashes and UV traces in a glorious luminescent atmosphere as the sacred fire begins to rise, aided by the mesmerising drum circles. The sound intensifies, scattered flakes of every genre of music linger in the air with the embers in a burning blizzard of audio.

The witching hour sees DJ’s weaving their magic that lock into intoxicating grooves. The stars streak over the sky, the energy boils over but the fire burns brighter still, with parades and pop up parties, dancers and fire breathers, all while new found friends tell stories with old ones as the break of dawn arises.