A Balkan Gypsy band on the run from an irate promoter stumbled into a back street belly-dancing club and started jamming with the band, trying to blend in. Their promoter turned up with his hired heavies – reggae producers fallen on hard times, and threw all the musicians in the back of an old transit van.
The whole motley crew drove off into the night, but in the middle of nowhere the van came to an untimely demise. They abandoned their dead vehicle and followed the sounds of music coming from a nearby field where they stumbled into an illegal rave. The heavies forced the band into an old building behind the DJ where they continued with their jamming.
Unbeknownst to everyone a microphone was lying on the floor connected to the spare channel of the DJs mixing desk. The sound bled into the Techno bleeps and beats coming from the huge home-made speakers towering into the night sky. One of the reggae producers picked up an old bass and started jamming along.
The dawn broke and the DJ discovered how to control the mix and took the ravers gradually from wild abandon to blissed-out downbeat shuffling until the generators packed up and the those still standing picked up anything they could find to bang on, and keep the acoustic jam going.