Some weekends aren’t built for plans. They’re built for basslines, low lighting, bodies in orbit. This one’s for surrendering. For letting house and disco bleed into your bones until thought feels irrelevant. Ouissam, Mo and Daox are at the helm – names that don’t need explaining if you’ve ever danced until your knees gave out. There’s no promise of transcendence, but you’ll get close. Expect the kind of night where time folds in on itself and conversations are reduced to eye contact and half-smiles. The music won’t shout, but it’ll stay with you – long after the sweat dries, after the lights come up, after you’ve left whatever version of yourself you brought at the door. Just listen. Then let go.
July 18. B200 at the door. Bar Temp., 9pm onwards