006 EDIBLE — SHAY MALT

Buds Digest 006 / edible moments with…

Shay Malt

 

Photographed by ALEXANDER COGGIN

 
 

London nightlife maestro, the ever-energizing SHAY MALT, takes us for a twirl to the venue lav on this pulsating and edging edition of Edible Moments. MALT, the keen audiophile and cultural curator keeps the jokes cracking and the house music flowing while pushing back on some of Buds’ most burning demands.

 
 

“They’re like – okay we want to do an all night techno fetish party – but then freak out if someone is sniffing poppers or getting railed in the toilets.”

 
 

 
 

What are your early party influences?

 

My dad had a really dodgy friend called Terry Semtex who used to take me to illegal raves when I was 15 – so I started quite young. I suppose everything changed for me when I first started coming to London and experiencing big gay clubs like Heaven. I would go to DTPM at Fabric on a Sunday night and be amazed by how many gays there would be in one space, especially on a fucking Sunday night.

 

 

Is weed good for partying?

On its own, no. As part of the cocktail, definitely! 

 

 

What song closes the night for you?



I love a curveball end-of-the-night track. Crush by Jennifer Paige was played as the closing track at Adonis a few months ago and it’s still going round in my mind.

 

 

Where do you see the future of queer nightlife?

 

Now that being ‘queer’ is so mainstream, venues are dying to get in on the action and profit from queer people, but you are restricted as to what you can do. They’re like – okay we want to do an all night techno fetish party – but then freak out if someone is sniffing poppers or getting railed in the toilets. lol. It pisses me off! We need more queer owned, DIY underground spaces. That’s where the future is.

 

 

THC Lube. Thoughts?

I bought some in LA, it was like $80 and didn’t really do anything. So, we would just drink it instead. It would get you so high it actually wasn’t funny. I went to watch Pretty Woman the musical at the Savoy earlier this year. It was probably the worst thing I’ve ever seen. At the interval I remembered I had some of this lube left in my bag so I drank it there. Was quite jokes. Sat in a room of like 800 Take-a Break readers, off my head, singing along to Pretty Woman. Very surreal moment.

 

 
 

Favorite munchies?

 

Ass.