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From Warehouse Banger Parties To Festivals ! If you were there, you could still feel it. That shiver up your spine when the first high-hat ticks in. The smell of a smoke machine, dry ice, and about 500 folk all sweating in unison. The bassline. That glorious, rib-rattling bass that you felt in your fillings before you even heard it. It Started in the Dark Let's get one thing straight. The late 80s were... grim. There was nae work, the rain was, as always, sideways, and the ch

The Untold Stories From The North. Remember that feeling? The thud of the bass hitting you square in the chest before you even got through the door. The sticky floors, the condensation dripping from the ceiling, the pure, unadulterated energy of a thousand people all locked into one groove. If you were there, you know. And if you weren’t, well, you might have definitely heard the legends. We are talking about a time before smartphones and tech captured every second. A time wh