Dr Mu (20 Dec 1962 – 29 Sept 2014) was a hard trance/techno DJ and record producer.

Born in Strasbourg under the name of Noël Fuchs, he moved to London in the mid-80s, a Goth Punk who would stand on Trafalgar Square and charge tourists £1 per picture!

Not many people knew he was French. He looked more Nordic than Gallic and his accent wasn’t too strong; at least not in the loud venues in which he worked.

His music career took off in the mid-90s, when he became a resident DJ at Heaven and Turnmills, two major clubs in London, as well as a guest DJ across the UK and Europe.

Dr Mu’s style was tribal; yet melodic. The music he played had a dream-like quality to it and at the same time it compelled you to get up and dance.

During a two-hour set, he would take you on a journey through life!

The music he wrote himself and co-produced with his friend Seb Wronski was rather dark, but also humorous.

Be Silent (1996), inspired by the film The Exorcist, featured the priest’s voice saying “Be silent!” and “Do it again!” to the possessed little girl.

In Qaanaaq (1996) the two main themes were an Inuit folk song composed by an elder from the town of Qaanaaq in northern Greenland and a melancholic keyboard melody by Dr Mu.

NDN (1997) featured the chanting of Native Americans, a passion of Noël’s since childhood, and Bette Davis’s voice saying, ‘It’s going to be a bumpy night!’ (From All About Eve).

I’ll never forget the day I met him, back in ’95, at a techno matinée in Soho: the handsome Viking I’d been waiting for all my life!

We were always an unlikely couple. The gaps in age and height were substantial and we came from rather contrasting musical cultures: English punk rock and classical music.

Siouxsie Sioux versus Skrjabin.

Techno music brought us together, as it did for countless other people from diverse backgrounds and walks of life.

Turnmills in the 90s was more than mere clubbing: it was a spiritual experience! Meaningful, enduring friendships were formed within those walls – something that doesn’t tend to happen at your average nightclub.

As well as punk rock and hard trance, Dr Mu loved Dead or Alive and the KLF, What Time Is Love? being his favourite song of all time. His very name was inspired by the KLF’s original name: The Justified Ancients of Mu Mu.

In the late 80s, the band had shaken up the world of popular music with the controversial use of the digital sampler, with which they copied bits of existing music and pasted them onto a new, often humorous context.

With more of a sentimental side to him than he cared to show, Noël also liked Édith Piaf and other singers of chanson française. Within limits, though, which I’d occasionally push by playing some really soppy song, just to tease him.

Je suis malade by Serge Lama never failed to get on his nerves.

Among his best-loved films were Abigail’s Party and Personal Services, and he was a big fan of John Waters‘ movies. But his favourite actress was Jeanne Moreau, who once said, “I always thought I would die young, but now it’s too late.

The last time I saw him, a few weeks before his passing, Noël cooked dinner and we watched two short films from the 1950s: Le Balon rouge and Crin-Blanc – both so movingly beautiful that we were left speechless for a while.

Dr Mu’s death has left a big void in the lives of those of us who loved him. But his legacy lives on and his music will keep on rocking dance floors around the world for many years to come.

The lines below are by Noël’s dear friend, Simone, who read them out at his funeral. Some of their beauty has been inevitably lost in translation.

Your familiar figure in the middle of the dance floor has disappeared forever

You’ve left the darkness for the light

Now we only have memories, questions, regrets

I remember the shy, tall boy with the blue jumper I met in school

The forbidden nights, our first concerts, our first spliffs

And the music, even then, the music

I remember the Gothic creature, 12-inch Mohican, lying back in the car racing into the night

To the music, always to the music

I remember the boy with the checked shirt, Tintin of modern times

And the music, always the music

I remember the DJ dancing behind the decks 

Goosebumps, ecstasy, the night at 130bpm

Wonderful, magical, ephemeral moments

But the night can be a cruel, ungrateful lover

Sleeplessness, shadows, fears

She caught you in her web

We stood there powerless, incapable of pulling you back

The night has taken you away

And yet, the young boy with the blue jumper, the Gothic creature, the boy with the checked shirt, the DJ all keep coming back on a loop

Just like the music, always the music


Ta silhouette familière au milieu du dance floor a disparu pour toujours

Tu as quitté l’ombre pour la lumière

Il ne reste que des souvenirs, des questions, des regrets

Je me souviens du grand garçon timide au pull bleu rencontré au lycée

Nuits clandestines, premiers pétards, premiers concerts

Et la musique, déjà la musique

Je me souviens de la créature gothique, crête de 30cm, allongée dans la voiture filant vers la nuit

En musique, toujours en musique

Je me souviens du garçon en chemise à carreaux, Tintin des temps modernes

Et la musique, toujours la musique

Je me souviens du DJ dansant derrière les platines

Frissons, extase, la nuit à 130bpm

Moments magiques, merveilleux, éphémères

Mais la nuit est aussi une maîtresse ingrate et cruelle

Peurs, insomnies, ombres

Elle t’a pris dans ses filets

Nous étions là, impuissants, incapables de te retenir

La nuit t’a emporté

Pourtant, le jeune garçon au pull bleu, la créature gothique, le garçon à la chemise à carreaux, le DJ reviennent en boucle

Comme la musique, toujours la musique