The “trumpet man” live at Blue Frog!

Ok, no offense to blues fan and distinguished members of the demographic that piled up at the Frog for Nina van Horn, but we were there for the electronic goodness and that’s exactly what we got.

Edge is a rare talent, someone’s who’s able to fuse the electric, organic sound of one of house music’s most ethereal elements—the trumpet—in a fashion so hypnotic, that you tend to ignore someone of the really tasty mashing, sampling that goes on with his triple deck vinyl setup.

A resident and regular at some of Houseland’s (read Ibiza) top clubs such as Pacha, Amnesia and Bora Bora as well as global party havens such as the Ministry of Sound and El Divino—he comes with a real pedigree and is mind-blowing performer, who’ll blow his trumpet, come down into the crowd, and connects with the audience in a manner only house DJs can.

Edge souped the set in classic banger style, with big room basslines and heavy tech and synths, brimming the packed Saturday night crowd in sway, as he belted classic after classic towards the start, injecting that true awesome trumpet melody that is nothing like anything you’ve seen before. It complements the music so well, and so distinctly that the crowd regularly just stopped—and gazed—enchanted by the euphonic sounds, gently swaying to every note the trumpet struck.

The crowd got singing to Dennis Ferrer’s Hey Hey and the trumpet really, most sublimely tore the place apart with Norman Doray and David Tort’s Chase the Sun, crescendo-ing into pure delirium and Edge’s own mix of Set Your Body Free with him going live again. Though my personal favourite moment had to be the monstrous build up on The Face vs. Mark Brown’s Needin U (Our very own Norman Doray and his Eivissa Remix). It brought back remarkable memories from Sunburn past and kept the mood real, real smooth.

The Saturday night junta fully enjoyed their helping of some, well you can’t call it commercial, but you can surely say it was universal. Very dancey, very pumping, and utterly fascinating. Though on the technical side, I’d say the fidgety Mr. Edge is shade bit ‘pronounced’ with his mixing and the flow suffered sometime around the in the middle for two tracks worth with him suddenly going deep and minimal (:S)—but who cares? We’re pretty gestalt and as the whole goes; this one’s right up there with the big gigs, just utter madness.