YUMM

Another Pride, another reason to sweat glitter. YUMM is back – and turning one. A year ago, it emerged like a fever dream in fishnets, hoping to carve out something real, messy and gloriously inclusive. No velvet ropes, no forced cool, just a space where misfits, baddies and babies could dance without apology. Now, twelve months and countless outfit changes later, it returns with hips swinging and speakers trembling. This time, they’re calling in reinforcements: enter @ihatekilimi, straight from Australia's ballroom scene, where walking is warfare and basslines bruise. Expect attitude. Expect volume. Expect a slap of something that smells suspiciously like freedom. Jun 7. B400 via here and B500 at the door after 10pm. Blaqlyte Rover, 9pm onwards