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Adish: A window into different days

The current headline show at The Design Museum in London is Electronic: From Kraftwerk to The Chemical Brothers. And as electronic music neither begins with Kraftwerk nor ends with The Chemical Brothers, I wasn’t surprised to find the scope of the experience a little restricted. Impossible perhaps to comprehensively nail the most influential musical form of the last 50 years in an hour’s museum tour.

Still, there is much to love: Laurent Garnier’s ferocious soundtrack — a seamless interlocking of the familiar and the obscure and the experimental graphics used across years of labels, releases and posters — all attempting to visualise a mood, a sound, an energy. Seeing the original Chicago fliers for nights boasting Ron Hardy, DJ Pierre, Adonis and Phuture is worth the price of admission alone.

Rounding things off The Chemical Brothers, and a room blitzed with more strobes than the human eye can process. Impressive stuff.

There wasn’t much clothing though. No focus on the dungarees and pastel Kickers of the acid days, no reference to the leather-trousered John Richmond and Nick Coleman fan-boys as house embraced glam.

I remember the Blackburn raves, all the girls wore tops like this one. Clothing designed for jumping about. Practical and androgynous. A signal to every opportunistic herbert like me that they were there to dance not romance.

Adish is the brand. Based in Tel Aviv, the name is Hebrew for apathetic — an ironic reference to the Palestine/Israel problem. The products are refined streetwear, tees, trackpants and sweats all given a boost through the application of cross-stitch Tatreez embroidery. Ethical and with a pleasing mix of the contemporary and Middle-Eastern tradition, Adish is one to watch.

This hoodie is over at Dover Street E-shop, along with a few other choice pieces from the range. The trousers are quite full on. The chore jackets could work. But I’m kind of liking this sweat with its oversized drawcords. Doubtless if you actually wore this to go bouncing around in a club those pendulous pom-poms would constantly swat you in the face. But then at £285 perhaps it’s more for posing than pogoing.

For me, this hoodie is a window into different days. Times when the contorted ripples of a Roland 303 sounded like the future and even the most boggle-eyed of pill-heads seemed to have a plan to change the world. Such passion. Such excitement. Such optimism. Now all behind glass cases in The Design Museum.

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