In a new attempt to generate some excitement Club Sandwich has shifted to a Thursday. Sceptical Amy Walker investigates whether the re-branding will make Goldsmiths’ night out any less awkward.
Arriving at Goldsmiths last September, scrunchie ‘n’ Reeboks intact and ready for some arts school action, I became quickly disillusioned by what the open day tour-guides had sold to us as the Universities’ no, 1 night out. Losing my club sandwich v is now a somewhat hazy memory after several months in the big bad city, but I do distinctly remember a girl smoking a blunt whilst scoffing ‘she’s cool haha (not)’ at her fellow females to a backdrop of 90s shit-pop.
After that first banger of a night, the sandwich crowd gradually seemed to cool off towards essay doom. I too was ready to throw in the towel and say that grinding to the noughties’ worst anthems with ten other people on a Wednesday night was just not my thing – despite the cheap booze before ten. However, Club Sandwich decided to rebrand itself, i.e. it moved to Thursday, so I decided to take another bite.
For all of you who haven’t yet attended a Club Sandwich THURSDAY, here’s a bit of a heads up from my experience last week. Strangely enough, despite several cans of Captain and Coke to gear up for those sandwich vibes, the event remains as awkward as fuck. When you’re ushered in by stern bouncers, three hours of the almost empty dance floor and the aura of extreme soberness from everyone who isn’t on it is almost pitiable. Why is it that even after the expectations of fresher’s have faded away and we’ve all splashed our government cash on chick chicken and a tenner a-pop events, most of us continue to avoid the student union like it’s chlamydia, even if just for a laugh?
A few reasons spring to mind but I thought I’d ask the DJ’s. I would’ve provided some pictures, however, the main guy was really seriously into his art, at this point playing Blink-182 and making hand gestures at me flashing the Kodak. The other is generally a nicer guy, but when I ask him why people don’t go to Club Sandwich he tells me that he went to Brunel which is a real party place and the people here are just too indie for that scene. When he asks me what I would change, I say: where’s the Missy Elliot/Craig David at? He disapproves. Fair game. A few rounds of blundering conversations with people who also have no idea why they are even at Club Sandwich later, and we decide to go get chips instead.
Perhaps Goldsmiths really is too liberated for a weekly event that keeps chugging along to music that most of us didn’t even like when we were 7. However, when I ask my friends about Club Sandwich, after the general opinion that the music, place and crowd are shit, comes the willing hopefulness that more people would go just to liven up their 15 quid budgeted week. Maybe after the upcoming rennovation, things will start to improve.