- If you really want to know about a city full of tourists, ask a cab driver. In Ibiza, specifically, they'll be able to tell you what club is the hottest on any particular night. The rest of the clubs? They just pick up the (many) scraps, and try not to program too closely to whatever's on top elsewhere. Thursdays on Ibiza at the moment belong to Mr. Fuck Me I'm Famous, David Guetta and Cream at Amnesia. So Space's new night Come Together does the natural thing—programming "ten nights only!" and putting together vastly different line-ups from week-to-week.
As the gargantuan video screens trumpeted at Space, they have (and will) welcome headline acts Annie Mac, Adam Beyer, Pendulum, Grandmaster Flash, Tini, Mark Knight and Mark Ronson throughout the summer in an effort to basically do anything other than what David Guetta brings to the table. You're as liable to get Marcel Dettmann as you are Felix Da Housecat. It's a good bet, but at the same time it certainly doesn't lend itself to a consistent crowd. With the hand-picked festival atmosphere of We Love… already entrenched at the same club on Sunday, it feels like a lesser version of the popular Space night (at best) and random (at worst).
Randomness is never a bad thing in Ibiza, however. Especially in an established club. On this night, it meant that we had Danny Tenaglia playing an extended set in the main room along with Paco Osuna, Mauro Picotto and Stacey Pullen holding down duties in the terrace. Pullen began the night, playing rolling tech house to an audience of about ten. Undaunted—even by a technical glitch early on that left the room in silence for what seemed like at least five minutes—by the time he ended his set, he was playing what seemed like exactly the same track to an appreciative and crowded room.
It wasn't exactly the warm-up set you'd expect, but when you have a room of that size, subtlety isn't exactly an option. The same goes for Danny Tenaglia who, by the time Pullen completed his set, was already banging away in the Discoteca. His set felt housier, but it was also punctuated by a roughness that ensured that ears were ringing and smiles were plastered. Per usual, Tenaglia was enjoying himself immensely behind the decks, but for the few hours that I was there, the night never seemed to launch completely into the stratosphere. Like Come Together itself, there were moments of brilliance. But never the type of breakthrough that sent the crowd into absolute delirium.