Twenty-two editions. Four hundred awards. Sixty thousand people through the room. An authority nobody can buy and nobody can build from scratch.
The Grand Jury is fifty of the most senior decision makers in dance music, chaired in 2026 by Roger Sanchez. They nominate. The public vote. Nothing about a nomination or a result is for sale, at any price, to anyone — and in twenty-five years it never has been.
Genre awards by public vote, industry awards decided by the Grand Jury, icon awards, and two anniversary awards that will never be given again.
Up from 21,000 the year before. This year we go for a million, with partner portals driving their own audiences into ours.
Fifty-three tables on the Amnesia Terrace, then three thousand through the doors at midnight until sunrise.
Every one of them stood on the stage and took it. No videos, no acceptance by proxy.
From the person paying €100,000 in the DJ box to the eighteen-year-old who came out with his mates on €200 for the whole trip. We write for both and always have.
We don't see colour, race, gender or sexuality. We see talent, and we recognise it. It runs through the categories, the jury and the room.
Other awards may see us as competition. We don't. We'll work with anyone who shares the values. We represent and evaluate the industry, we don't divide it.
2026 is our twenty-fifth and Amnesia's fiftieth, in the same room, on the same night. That happens once.