Attempting to cram an intoxicated rabble of nearly 1,000 over exuberant gate-crashers into a twenty-man residence was a ramshackle venture to say the very least, but nonetheless one that left a lasting impression. For one night of unfathomable and wayward antics an unruly band of bohemian reprobates occupied the hollow grounds of 13 Alexander Drive or the affectionately dubbed ‘Thugz Mansion’ to participate in a hedonistic swell of inconceivable narratives.
The stout walls shook with incessant reverberation as the stained ceilings perspired and throbbed, awash with fluids of feckless debauchery. It was an unmitigated success that occurred with such maniacal delinquency that even the local police were unexpectedly dumbfounded, miraculously lost for words.
Trying to negotiate a stairwell copiously rammed with pulsating bodies was probably an experience that brought to light a number of logistical issues for rogue promoter Hasan Abbasi. With his street credibility peaking at dizzying heights, and now renowned for his hare-brained attempts to congregate like-minded students into makeshift congested spaces, in hindsight even Hasan concedes things might have got a smidgen out of hand: “Well, the first thing I remember thinking after the party was ‘DEEP!’ The feds came round and bollocked us, there was all sorts of mess and broken shit; we had many complaints from the neighbours as well; we tore that house a new hole.”
Not even Hasan could have predicted the insatiable magnitude of interest his off the cuff blowout endeavour generated, nor could he have anticipated the bulk of house party revellers in attendance. After liaising with some close friends and various Liverpool nightlife consortiums, his organisational prowess soon came into fruition, but – as history has shown with any well-advertised party – things can spiral out of control rather quickly: “My friend Louise had a party in her house, the Sefton Manor, which became well-known for its parties, so it gave me inspiration to give it a go. I got in touch with Andy Jones, the man behind 100th Monkey, to get hold of some naughty speakers. Then people such as Andrew Hill of Abandon Silence, Sam Wright from Eat Your Greens, Lee and Dan from Sessions Factions, all came down to DJ. I realised our house could hold a lot more than all my friends’ houses, so I got the rest of the house involved with – can I stress – great difficulty! After I’d organized the event some tried to back out; I straight up told them it was an offer they couldn’t refuse. No, believe it or not, I wasn’t trying to emulate the Godfather, but how was I to tell 500 or so people to go away? I was wrong. There were 1000 people and even a damn dog turned up! It was a lock-in and I’m surprised no one died, thank god they didn’t. Compared to my friend’s, our party was by far the maddest, similar to project X, there was just a ridiculous amount of people crammed into that house.”
After realising the lucrative nature of his widely lauded mansion party, up-scaling and moulding his vision was the next obvious step in its progression. Hasan’s Thugz Mansion Party had obtained unimaginable notoriety overnight with excitement reaching fever pitch. Unfortunately the esteemed venue was rendered strictly prohibited by the formidable hand of the law. Now etched into the brimstone of fabled student folk law, it was down to Hasan to ascertain how to channel this perpetual buzz into a concrete and lawful entity. After a short hiatus his vision had finally found a permanent home and, more prominently, a recognisable moniker. The tumultuous dwelling of The Binary Cell prepared itself for Untitled: “Many people were getting in touch with me, wanting to DJ again and craving for another night. I decided to get in touch with a few venues and in the end Binary Cell fell to me like an angel from the sky; the venue was perfect, the management were decent like-minded people, and it had a nice vibe. After getting in touch and promising them a sell-out, it didn’t disappoint; The Binary Cell was the perfect compromise. The change of venue was the step up it needed and the night turned out to be a great success.”
Untitled at the Binary Cell was an instant hit, providing a tasty palette of local and student produce which displayed an eclectic roster of electronic music supporting every avenue of its vast spectrum. Featuring anything from deep house to tech drum n bass, Hasan soon came to the realisation that Untitled’s unprecedented diversity had forged the bedrock of their success and discovered a niche within a competitive market: “Untitled is not just my music influence, it’s for the people. You can see that from the differences from each style of night included in the line-up. I don’t mean to stereotype but when you take a look at all the raver reggae heads at Eat Your Greens, the nerdy looking electronic heads at Abandon Silence, the old school drum and bass ravers at 100th Monkey and the hip hop, generally vibing people at Sessions, they all overlap, which is nice; it’s great to have that diverse collective support on a local level.”
From the unadulterated chaos of Alexander Drive to the collective fellowship of local musical prodigies on display at The Binary Cell, the future looks bright for fledgling promoter Hasan Abassi. As he continues to find innovative ways to connect with Liverpool audiences, he isn’t quite out of risqué schemes just yet. The highly anticipated Untitled ‘The Re-opener’ is set to take place this September but for the time being Hasan’s keeping his feet on the ground and his eyes firmly focused on the road ahead: “At the moment I am just a fish in a pond full of sharks; I need to take my next steps slowly and choose carefully what I do. Untitled is just so unique. I know of nothing else like it, even with similar-range music; go to any night and tell me Untitled is similar and I’ll end it. I think even the name helps that. There’s a well-known proverb my friend Andy told me – another promoter smashing it within Liverpool’s hip hop scene. Stir waters to catch fish. So far it seems I have caused a lot of ripples, so if I carry on in the same vein, then I’m sure I’ll be fine.”