Weeks later, the "Polly" fever began to spread. Pete Tong picked it up. Then Adam Beyer. Soon, the biggest stages at Awakenings and Drumcode were vibrating to that same unsettling bleep. Reuben sat in his studio, watching clips of 20,000 people losing their minds to a sound he’d created while trying to make something "a bit different."
"Along Came Polly" didn't just become a hit; it became a pivot point. It proved that techno didn't need to be pretty or epic to be massive. It just had to be weird enough to stick in your teeth. And as the final notes faded out in Warehouse 9 that night, Reuben knew he hadn't just played a track—he’d let a monster out of its cage. Rebuke - Along Came Polly
He leaned over the CDJs, his fingers hovering over the mixer. He needed something that didn't just maintain the rhythm, but fractured it. He reached for a track he’d been tinkering with in his home studio in Letterkenny—a weird, skeletal beast of a song that defied the melodic "business techno" of the era. He pushed the fader. Weeks later, the "Polly" fever began to spread
By the time the second drop hit—that hollow, echoing thwack that would eventually become Rebuke’s signature sound—the warehouse was no longer a club. It was an engine room. The track bypassed the brain and went straight to the nervous system. Soon, the biggest stages at Awakenings and Drumcode
The first thing the crowd heard was the snap. A crisp, dry percussion that sounded like a giant’s knuckles cracking. Then came the bass—a rolling, subterranean hum that felt like a physical weight against the chest. But it was the vocal that changed the atmosphere. "Along... came... Polly."
The strobe lights at Warehouse 9 didn’t just flicker; they sliced the air into jagged, monochromatic frames. Inside the booth, Rebuke—known to his mates as Reuben—watched the sea of bodies through a veil of sweat and artificial fog. He was halfway through a four-hour set, and the energy was reaching that dangerous, volatile tipping point where a crowd either transcends or collapses.