But as the old mantra goes, not making a decision, is in itself making a decision. The United Kingdom had been wracked for a decade under the individualist policies of the Thatcher administration. Acid house stressed the collective and offered a means of escape from a country where the wealthy were prospering whereas the masses were suffering deprivation, anomie and isolation from the main. The eighties had witnessed race riots, pitched battles with the police and an increasing brutality in inner city areas.
Unemployment was rife and many had being caught in the collapse in property prices, leaving many in negative equity. Acid house with it’s repetitive beat and shared drug of ecstasy offered people a shared consciousness, basically creating a sympathetic community, something that people could feel a part of, a micro-society that accepted them for who they were or indeed for who they were not. The drug of choice was ecstasy, it gave people energy to dance all night, reduced inhibitions and diminished aggression.
People of all backgrounds, usually so splintered on the streets were uniting together; dancing, laughing, creating a fraternity; one that was seriously lacking in society. In addition, the music of the eighties had being dominated by the emergence of MTV, which promoted big stars such as Michael Jackson and Madonna. It was all about glitz and glamour, while the New Romantic scene dominated the United Kingdom, a scene of fancy garbs, Utah haircuts, finely produced videos, empty lyrics and nothing of any real substance or relation to the masses.