Albanian: Shtëpia e Minuetit të Shtatë
When Club Nightshade opened its doors to the public at nine o’clock, Stefan wasn’t DJing yet. For the first hour, while the club was still filling up, one of the house DJs– I think they called her Moonlight– was in charge of music. She played mostly songs that we were used to hearing at the club, and I passed the time chatting with Killian and Larsa.
The lights dimmed at ten o’clock, and the music changed to a low, rhythmic drumming. The spotlights changed from their usual circles to outlines of a galloping eight-legged horse, then the lights proceeded to move all over the club. The huge screens on both floors changed to display a Viking-era scene, with a moon-lit night. The shadows of the Norse gods passed by, followed by hoof-beats. There was the whinnying of a wild, baestial horse before DJ Moonlight addressed the crowd.
“Good evening and welcome, my fellow nightlings,” her voice came through all of the club’s speakers. “It’s wonderful to see all your beautiful faces tonight, gathered together to meet the newest shadow music magician.”
She paused and let the crowd cheer excitedly before she went on. “You’re going to have a wonderfully dark time tonight, darklings. Welcome to Club Nightshade, DJ Sleipnir!”
Moonlight turned off her microphone and gestured to the top of the stairway. The club technicians had released clouds of artificial smoke, and a figure stepped out of it wearing armor-like leather, a fur cape, and a skull helmet. The crest emblazoned across his chest showed a silhouette of Sleipnir encircled by musical symbols. He rose one hand, and the crowds cheered. Then he descended the stairs, one gloved hand on the railing, and greeted the crowds on the lower level.
His bright blue eyes met mine, and he gave me a slow nod, his body bowing slightly. I smiled back at him, and he continued over to the DJ podium. The crowd was cheering, ‘Sleipnir, Sleipnir,’ and he was waving to all of them. He put on his headphones, and I could see him moving to the rhythm of the song that was growing and developing deep and rich dubstep characteristics.
“Gott kveld og sæl– Good evening and best wishes to you all.” He paused to let the crowd cheer louder– myself included. “Thank you for being at the best club in town tonight. I’m DJ Sleipnir, and I’ve got a mix just as dark as your hearts and minds for all of you.”
I felt an arm go around my shoulders, and turned to see that Killian had found me. He was grinning wildly, as was Larsa. I smiled back before turning to watch Stefan as he spoke.
“Are you ready for some wicked tracks and haunted beats?” More cheering, and the background music was building in speed and pitch. “Okay nightlings; I’ll give you what you want. For my first song, here’s ‘Sleipnir’ by Centhron!”
Stefan’s introductory song descended to its deepest bass, sounding a lot like a laser beam plunging into the depths, and we were soon greeted by electric thrums and powerful German vocals.
“Sleipnir” by Centhron
Another song that goes well with this scene: here.
This one was also great, even though it’s more dubstep than goth.
If you want music with an ancient Nordic feel, try Heilung, Wardruna, and Danheim.