Sylvie Simmons, MOJO, June 1996
IN THE catering trailer, the tables are jammed with people so disparate its hard to believe they belong to the same species. The ones wearing black and yelling into mobile phones are record company; the ones in plastic and fake fur, yelling at each other, are punters . The reason theyre yelling is the DJ in the corner, playing ear-splitting club music. Ignoring the lot is the occasional perplexed-looking star, tucking in before taking refuge in one of the row of small caravans outside. It looks like a trailer park got dropped on top of a Pepsi ad. This is Hotel Babylon.
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