House heads, lace up your dancing shoes. Ian Pooley is landing in town, the German maestro whose sleek, soulful grooves shaped nights from Berlin’s Panoramabar to Glastonbury’s muddy fields. His sound sits somewhere between Chicago grit, Detroit warmth and Parisian polish – the sort of rhythm that sneaks up on you, elegant but never aloof. For one night, he’ll be spinning alongside Jayja and Pam Aanantr, two selectors who know how to stretch a mood till it glows. Expect bodies moving, strangers grinning, and that rare feeling when the room exhales in perfect sync. It’s not about nostalgia, nor novelty – just the kind of house that reminds you why dancefloors still matter.
November 13. B600 via here and B800 at the door. Siwilai Radical Club, 9pm onwards