For pals Matt (Lloyd-Hughes) and Dylan (O’Connell) the advent of the warehouse rave scene makes a thrilling change from kicking cans and ripping off fruit machines on the back streets of Manchester. They even discover that they can make a living from their euphoric nights out. Then local gangster John 'The Rat' Anderson (Batt) turns up and things start to get nasty.
Despite a storming dawn-of-rave soundtrack and promising young actors who will surely go on to better things, this startlingly naive would-be comedy-drama never finds its tone. It is 1990; Matt (Henry Lloyd-Hughes) and Dylan (Jack O’Connell) are planning a lucrative warehouse rave in recession-hit Manchester. Its success brings coke dealers and rival gangs, sullying what began as a genuine labour of love. But as the story gets darker, the film itself doesn’t, artlessly handling no-laughing-matter subjects such as drug-pushing and gun culture and leaving a bad taste — much like those pills our sketchily written, infuriating heroes neck with a cartoon grimace at regular intervals throughout.
A bang-on soundtrack will make the hairs on ex-ravers' necks stand up. The plot will have the opposite effect.
Reviewed by Damon Wise