FOR those who haven't been, Womb is spoken of in hushed tones. It's the ultimate rite of passage for air-mile-clocking underground DJs. The reason for its Valhalla status is simple. Womb ain't about pizzazz - indeed, the way it's tucked away down a seedy alleyway in the Shibuya district, with a tiny innocuous wall plaque, you'd barely notice it from the outside. Womb is about the music, which booms out from its cylindrical, yes, womb-like central chamber with a jaw-dropping precision and crystal clarity. The bass booms with extraordinary rib-rattling power, and the lack of aesthetic adornment, and enveloping darkness, forces your attention onto the beats. That is until the enormous mirrorball descends from the ceiling, sending dazzling light beams in every direction, and the audio-visual magic begins to work its spell. That everyone from Carl Cox, Chase & Status to M.A.N.D.Y and Marc Houle, Paul Woolford, Roni Size, Gilles Peterson, Guy Gerber and Richie Hawtin have all played on its Phazon soundsystem says it all.

"Womb has the energy to make your DJ dreams come true, from the unreal set-up that feels like you're playing in a spaceship to the unreal crowd that brings the best out of you... any day, anytime!" grins SOS' Omid 16B.