"The whole place, every single inch, was dancing"

When it comes to histories of the rave/club scene in the North West, the Hacienda always hogs the headlines. But, as Fergal Kinney noted a few years ago in an article for the Guardian, things were arguably as lively - if not even livelier - in Blackburn. And now Daniel Dylan Wray has painted a vivid portrait of goings-on in Liverpool.

Friends who went to university in the city caught the very tail end of the period Wray writes about and have vouched for the veracity of the depiction of Voodoo in particular: "dark, sweaty and relentless", according to interviewee Nick Burcombe.

Dance culture at that time completely passed me by - or, more accurately, was deliberately avoided. But articles like Wray's, and books like Richard Norris' Strange Things Are Happening, convey the excitement so convincingly that I've developed a very belated feeling of having majorly missed out.