Fear of the unknown is a terrible thing.

Yes, it can be daunting, trying your hand at a new thing. But if the 21st-century could bring about the election of the USA's first black president, it sure as hell must be the right time for Example Magazine's first ever tech-house review.

And my word, what a cherry popper this was.

Enter: The Pryda Warehouse Party.

Originally scheduled as part of Eric Prydz's ongoing residency at the Millennium Dome's club MATTER, a wave of horror tore through London's clubbing scene when it was announced the club was going into administration. We waited tentatively for news about our tickets, presuming the night would be cancelled, expecting our refunds not to cover our disappointment.

But there was light at the end of the tunnel. Well, three long arches to be exact - and that light was flashing neon. The Ewer Street Car Park was the perfect setting for this celebration of all things House and Techno. And, according to our survey of over three people, it was rated (dare we say it) even better than Manchester's finest on Store Street. London has found its answer to the Warehouse Project.

The venue was tucked away and the streets near London Bridge were a buzz of excitement, everyone following the pulse of techno in the air, trying to find the entrance. To say i wasn't excited would be a lie.

Starting off was Gui Boratto, arguably our favourite kind of Brazilian, and melodic-techno Don. To see Gui in itself was something of a rare treat, as he's a tricky one to pin down in the UK. Performing his second and last set in England this year, and fresh from headlining Wonderland in Ibiza, Mr Boratto was on a mission to show he was worth his hype.

An architect by trade, his productions are beautiful and his live shows legendary but I felt that his set was over before it could begin.

I think the whole crowd were baying to hear the infamous Beautiful Life or the inspiring No Turning Back - Boratto classics which sadly never came. The highlight had to be his remix of Paradise Circus by Massive attack, which he dropped last to set us up magnificently for the main event.

For three hours, under our favourite guise of PRYDA, this tech house hero absolutely killed it. He gets a lot of stick for his infamous commercial productions Call On Me and Pjanoo, but playing as Pryda, his unique sound prevents him selling out tech-house like David Baguetta has done recently. He proved this when his recent release MSBOY sent the crowd crazy.

Apart from his reluctance to drop Waves (probably my favourite song), there was not a moment Prydz was at the decks that he didn't have the whole crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.

Playing for his adopted home town, Eric Prydz showed London that when it comes to good house music, the lords are all Swedish.

Popof played the last hour and half, and hats off to the organisers who didn't cut the music until 6:25am, when everyone begrudgingly left the surreal tunnelly world of the night before and entered the glorious Sunday morning sun.

As I sat there waiting for the first train, I knew that all over London there wasn't a single disappointed party goer. . Regardless of what genre of music you prefer, you should go and check out Mr Prydz when he returns to the Warehouse Project for the opening party on 25/09/2010 because it will go off.

I borrow the words of the infamous Lord Sebastien Ingrosso to sum up how ridiculously large the night was: "That club really got fucked in the pussy" and Eric Prydz is the don at sex.

PHOTOS BY VIckie Parker

WORDS : Drew Smith And Little Mouse