We all set ourselves impossible targets at the end of each year. If we had a dollar for every time we heard someone say “I've quit” to see them puffing on a tar stick in the smoking area of Fabric on Friday night, we'd be richer than Richard Branson. Our advice — to save disappointment — leave pointless promises well alone.

In an era where unlikely rave settings have become increasingly ubiquitous, making an impression has never proved more difficult. From fortresses in Serbia to abandoned power stations in Berlin, clubbers around the world have become increasingly accustomed to unique destinations and boutique festivals. Yet in spite of all this widespread competition, Mexico’s inaugural Time and Space Festival is still worthy of note.