Let’s kick things off with THIS GUY! So, the first time I see Thor aka Ronin is at the Danish semi-finals for the big Heineken dj competition in 2006. Somehow I seem to remember the semi-finals as being held at Hornsleth Bar(??). Anyways, Thor is playing, and all of a sudden, in the middle of his set, he plays a jungle track. “Whoa, that was interesting and really well executed”, I think, “I really really REALLY hope this guy wins”. Thor did win. In fact, after winning the Danish rounds, he went and won the entire thing, earnt the title of world’s best dj according to Heineken and is (amongst many other things) flown to Ibiza to play. I was invited along, writing a spread on the trip for my magazine Citadel. In this pic, Thor is playing at Cafe Mambo, at sunset. Nicka is networking in the background.

Let the revelations continue. Brynjolfur to the right (hand sign, yes yes) at the Electronic Carnival in 2010, where he played a remarkable set. This was one of the first times we met, as far as I recall. Later on that weekend, we are at Tim Driver’s flat. I’m in the living room, Bryn is next door, by the studio gear and the computer. And all of a sudden, he puts on the track below. My first favourite jungle track ever. This has never happened before, unless I was in a junglist setting. Bryn earns the Secret Junglist Badge of Honor for life for this. Many people will get to know him for other musical endavours in years to come, but there’s a junglist inside. Let it be known.

Here are some proper olskool junglists out and about, looking at the world! Looking at the very first Public Service festival, in fact (2004?), in Strandgade by Luftkastellet. Later on this day, Trentemøller was playing on this stage. Big shout out to Jens! Here are some memories I would like to get sorted at some point: Tvangslykke at Backfisch. Something with a playground on the dancefloor (washing liquid for extra fluidity) and Nufound dancing electric boogie in the sulfo – and someone’s mum playing the transverse flute.

The guy to the left likes his dancemoves fast and furious. He also used to live in London which is a very easy way to become a Secret Junglist. And I know he loves the tune below. (We are at an outdoor thing in Fælledparken here, hosted by Culture Box. The guy to the right is a not so secret junglist). Ok, now listen to this masterpiece.

THIS GUY! The one and only Martin Nick. I know all this guy REALLY wants is to lose himself in some proper tunes at a dirty oldskool jungle rave! But he is just too darn busy with his mainstream career and yadi yadi yada! Too many left hands filled with important stuff, as you can see in this photo. But the oldskool jungle dreams still burn somewhere in there, I know it. I just know it.

Tadaaaaa! Yes, you are right, this is me, a Not So Secret Junglist out and about. This is SUPER RARE, people. A scan from Camp Electric, summer 2001. The massive Pyramid Stage to the right (I only made it inthere once, in the afternoon – Sommer was playing), The Lodge to the left in the background (jungle line-up on that stage!). and somewhere behind the Lodge, the outdoor stage.

The outdoor stage at Camp Electric! And here comes a revelation, people. I’m a junglist to the bone, but if there’s an outdoor stage like this, with a good soundsystem, quality trance, great vibe and nice people, the OUTDOOR STAGE WINS. Yes, it’s the truth. Dancing outdoors in places like this is a soul-lifting experience. There is no way I am going to drag myself indoors when this is available. So here we are. Spot us! (Hint: Inge was very blond that summer). Spot yourselves! And thank you, whoever borrowed Svingsen’s camera and took this! ❤

I mean, seriously. Sun is setting, slowly, there was a GIANT RAINBOW in the sky. Yup, the outdoor trance floor wins. Here we are, secretly transferring a bit of our inner Jungle Monster to Innocent Guy on the left.

Here’s another case of Secret Junglism. We are at a Jeff Mills party (that’s techno, for those of you who don’t know that kind of stuff), and we kidnap this guy, takes him to the Jungle Hut and transforms him into a junglist with our secret Junglist Powers (succesfully, as you can see in this photo). Hello, blondie, you belong to us now.

A selection of oldskool junglists, out and about, trying to blend in but failing miserably and looking like tourists. This is RAW, 2008. Big shout to Alistair!

It’s quizzz time. Guess a Secret Junglist.

A happy Junglist is out and about! Meets Trancer! Feels happy like a puppy! Wants to play! All Trancer can think about is “Is this safe”? as you can clearly read from his facial expression.

Junglist spots other Junglist through the crowd! I took this pic of Kristobal through a 5 kroner coin, just to be artistic. This is at a summer party at Dyssen, Christiania, 2008. Trentemøller is playing a sunrise set. Secret Junglists blending in perfectly!

Here’s another junglist trying to blend in. Mediebyen at the Roskilde Festival, July 2009. The tattoo is a dead giveaway, though.

Thomas the Secret Junglist blending in for years, succesfully! But the lasers know the truth. Check out the How to Be a Junglist: The Dancefloor Moves for proof. Here at the Electronic Carnival at Fælledparken, May 2010.

This guy (proper junglistic yellow outfit here) earns the Secret Junglist Badge of Honor for liking this tune below. Maximum big up, Discoshaman! And thanks a billion for the pic, Kaptajn Fantastisk. This is Fusion, of course. ❤ Oh, and now, LISTEN to the tune!

A proper oldskool junglist, hiding out at a Dyssen summer party, July 2010. I’m just gonna reveal it. IT’S HELMET!

Junglists out and about, just hanging out amongst regular people, hands full! Roskilde Festival, 2008.

Well, look at this. Chillin’ at the Club Awards in Vega, 2006.

A Junglist (that would be me, dressed in neon, far back) visits a Junglist disguising as a Trancer (that would be Nis) in Amager Bio. This disguising turned into a full-blown skin switch. But I’m just sayin’: Junglist inside.

World famous dj and producer Axl Rise gets his first sound effect gear. Much maracas joy in the Jungle Hut. Studio time!

The first time I met Rune was in Blackmarket Records in London, December ’94. I was checking out the flyers in the back on the ground floor, trying to decide where to go for New Year’s Eve. He was on his way to Ireland for New Year’s, as far as I recall. When he started spinning jungle in Copenhagen, it was as Ru Arkay. Here he is at the Club Awards in Vega, 2006, dressed up as Rune RK, a house dj. Or perhaps on the phone with God.

Well LOOKIE HERE! The one and only Casparados makes an appearance at Elektronisk Karneval in Fælledparken! Casparados is also a Time Traveller – let it be revealed.

A Junglist pretending to be harmless at Culture Box but, at this very moment, going in for the kill. Derrick May survived. Thanks for this revealing pic, jonask!

THIS GUY! Sofus is not really a Secret Junglist. The first time I met him was at a fullblown jungle rave in The Grey Hall in Christiania where he lit up in the crowd with his amazing junglistic moves. But he belongs in this selection anyway because of his incredible shapeshifting abilities. One day a model travelling the world, the next a futuristic blacksmithy-kind-of-thingy-builder working deep underground, piecing together complicated 3D stuff for a better world. He has met many people who has no idea about the junglist inside, I’m sure. But check out his amazing junglistic skills here: The incredibly difficult hand sign: NO HANDS!

Just visible in this pic: Gromit! One of the most remarkable bartenders I have ever met, and, being British, with easy access to the Secret Junglist ranks. Here he survives a junglistic hug at Chriszka’s Birthday Bash at Nadsat.

This is at the Electronic Carnival in Fælledparken, 2008 (oh my, that was a good night). To the right you see Jonas, one of the very few people that I had met at a trance party back in the day (that’s many years before this) and then later on met at a jungle party. This kind of thing happened so rarely back then, it made a lasting impression on me. He also earns the rank of being a Secret Junglist by showing true knowledge of the fact that Casparados is just simply one of the best dj’s ever. Thanks for the enthusiastic talk, Jonas. Much agreement in the air.

This is where the talk about Casparados’ skills happened, the other day. Jean von Baden’s colourful and heart-warming final party (okay, “final” party) in Copenhagen. With all your new knowledge in mind, just think about it. WHO KNOWS how many Secret Junglists hide in this crowd? I’m just sayin’. You have seen the truth now, people.