In 1991 Castlemorton was a mere twinkle in the Spiral crew’s googly eyes. What you have here is the remnants of a party, still going at it the next day. Dancing in a library.
Looks exactly like every party ever that has gone on way past the time when people should really be in their beds. Watch at 2 minutes when the bloke in the red hat pulls some nice arm moves, and the impressively bendy guy next to him thinks ‘I can top that’, combines the arm move with a knee dip. Class.
Where are they now, the crusty ravers? They have cut off their dreadlocks and become web designers. A few have gone to France and are still at it, because people in France like 180 bpm acid techno even today. And the weather’s a bit less depressing if you’ve made a lifestyle decision to live in a bus.