As he took the reigns Saturday night, he was like a kid in a candy store. With a boyish grin he let loose on Fur’s blaring sirens to let the crowd know, just in case the screaming masses hadn’t happened to realize that Gareth Emery was now in control. He came out with straight thumpers; pulsing beats of the trance variety. Emery controlled the force like Anakin Skywalker, only without the fear. He was relentless, nimbly thumbing through his CD book looking for the next gem that would inspirit, invigorate and inspire the crowd. Blasting the people with ear piercing, euphoric melodies trumpeting over driving, earth shattering bass lines, Emery was one with the music. Usually when we go out, it’s to hear a DJ spin tracks. Gareth however sent more than just music through the speakers. The signal he sent was that of utter joy, it was like he was channeling a piece of himself through the mixer. Hands clapping, body leaping off the ground and singing to himself, it was clear that he is just as at home behind the decks as he would be in the crowd. He truly loves trance and it was evident as he raised his arms in victory and promptly marched around, as if the DJ booth were a victory circle and he had just won Olympic gold.