Life was too heavy to be heavy when out. This is where the whole thing becomes sort of complicated, the authorities feared the movement because from the outside looking in, they perceived the powers that could collect thousands of people into remote fields must surely be doing more than just facilitating them to dance. Anybody with that power would, wouldn’t they? Perhaps, perhaps not, but there was no power behind the curtain, it was music by the people for the people. It was a collective, simple.
But nobody perceived it as such, conspiracy theories abounded, one of which spouted that sixties flower kids had reached positions of power and were sparking their oft sang about revolution of bringing love to the people, albeit with chemical enhancers, which were being distributed by highly classified government agencies. Acid House had fist appeared in the United Kingdom in London, but the epicentre of the movement, it’s HQ was most definitely Manchester. The city was the perfect backdrop to the burgeoning acid house scene.
Acid house was all about independent organisation, risk-taking and innovation, it was situationist and embraced DIY; all facets that were pure Mancunian. In addition, the city was compact and possessed a type of village scene; new styles, fashions and trends caught on fast and the people were always open to new ideas and trying different stuff out. The city always did things in its own ways, not caring a jot what other places were doing and so acid house found it’s home within the city’s environs, in fact it found a feeding ground.