19 years since Keith Reilly and Cameron Leslie found a disused space in London’s Farringdon area and turned it into fabric. That’s a lot of clubnights wrapped in there. A lot of euphoric, roof-slapping Best Nights Of My Lifes, a scrapbook overspilling with memories highs and lows, from birthday parties with Seth Troxler conga-lining in a Greek goddess dress, plummeting to its temporary and dreadful forced closure. In an age where most nightclubs are immaterial, detached, rudimentarily a night-out, fabric is seminal and communitarian. It’s still, near-enough inarguably, the best soundsystem in London; getting commissioned to play there still signifies a milestone for aspiring DJs in the UK and around the planet; and it’s probably the most commonly employed avatar for nightlife’s counter-offensive against gentrification and cultural suppression.

For their 19th birthday party they assembled a dream team of DJs spanning their history and palette of dance music styles; parsing the deep house of resident Terry Francis, the swampy techno of DVS1, the unfussy eclecticism of established favourites Craig Richards and Ricardo Villalobos. As is customary they refrained from disclosing the set times until entry, so it was a pleasant surprise to find three of the DJs I was most excited about seeing were playing the time I planned on being there; at the ripe old age of 24, I can’t hack 30 hour sessions sadly.

Arriving in time for Saoirse’s unctuous house and tech-house run in Room 1, brittle but accelerating 4x4s beats and evanescent vocal samples mood-setting for a triumph. Early highlight was her spinning Marie Davidson’s instantly canonical electro-pop groover ‘Work It’, the track landing in the nick of time to raise the stakes from “yeah decent fun this mate” to lost-in-your-own-world frenzy. I ventured into Room 2 for DVS1’s two hours, where he operated like a transcontinental flight, oscillating between the sturdy rapture of Detroit techno and the dogmatic primitivism of its Berlin cousin, before a brief interlude from Terry Francis in Room 1 supplying the headiest, most swirling house cut-offs, bassy and swiggly; the tunes Francis told us a few weeks ago you “just lose yourself in”.

Last up was Helena Hauff’s run-in ‘til six in Room 2. I’d seen Hauff in August for her six hour set at E1, where she surprised by eschewing the excoriating tumbledryer techno which delineates her recorded work, favouring a splenetic and feverish electro onslaught, darting synthesisers and marinated drums. This time she looked to more industrial quarter-note kickdrums without compromising on her electro favours, a frankly, literally, awesome dirge which exhausted my plans to stay until 9 in the morning.

Can’t imagine scanning Resident Advisor’s weekly newsletter about London events without fabric populating one of the top slots. Here’s to 19 more years.