Doctor Who - Audio Details

Ibiza, 1997, and thousands of young people are acting like mindless zombies.

Which is to be expected.  Ibiza, the island of dance music, sex, drugs and alcohol, is the hedonistic paradise.

God has sent help from on high to save the sinners of Ibiza.  He has sent His angels to save their souls.

Which would be simple enough if these souls didn't include an alien time-traveller working in a bar, a woman who disappeared in 1987, and young man carrying a photograph of a girl he's never met and an Irish girl who doesn't even know who she is anymore.

EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE mornings when you're woken up and not been sure what happened the night before?  You remember the first few drinks and the people you met, but after that it all gets a bit hazy.  There was definitely some singing... some dancing... possibly an argument... but you certainly can't remember how you got home.  Ever wonder what happened in those missing hours?

The idea for The Rapture came about when, a few years ago, I started to go clubbing.  For just a few short hours the music would take me out of my mundane life of university lectures, dissertations and cash-flow problems.  For a few short hours the music would make me forget about my life and I'd be drawn into a world drawn into a world that seemed extraordinary and earthly - a bit like Doctor Who really.  So why not combine the two?

What if dance music really does make you enter a higher state of consciousness?  What if it's called trance music for a very good reason?  And what would happen if someone took Faithless seriously when they chanted "God is a DJ"?

What if Daily Mail has been right all long?

As you immerse yourself in this (hopefully!) twenty-first century version of Doctor Who, please enjoy the ride because one thing's for certain - in the immortal words of Sophie Ellis-Bextor - there's gonna be "Murder on the Dancefloor!"

Joseph Lidster, April 2002