House Attack; KLF, DNA, LSI

South East London’s finest vinyl-only night returned with a full-throttle House Attack, spinning a mix of acid grooves, deep cuts, and floor-shaking anthems. Packed shoulder to shoulder, the crowd rode a wave of rolling basslines and shimmering synths, drenched in the warm crackle of wax. Confidence Man’s Holiday kicked things off with an irresistible bounce, setting the tone for a night that refused to stand still. Groove Armada’s Chicago locked into a hypnotic rhythm, a perfect deep house warm-up before Moby’s Honey cranked up the energy, its bluesy vocal loops whipping the room into motion. Then came the stone-cold killer—Fatboy Slim’s The Weekend Starts Here, a masterclass in chunky beats and hands-in-the-air euphoria. By the time Air’s La femme d'argent floated in, the night had found its groove, heads nodding to the weightless keys and lazy, sun-drenched bassline. House purists got their fix with Passion by Gat Decor, a dance floor filler that hit like a serotonin rush, its piano stabs and rolling bass sending shockwaves through the dancefloor. The night twisted and turned, darting between electro sleaze, funky house, and underground gems, until the final stretch went off-script. Suddenly, The Police’s Message in a Bottle rang out, guitars slicing through the haze of 4/4 rhythms—an unexpected thriller that had punters belting out every word. And just when you thought you had this night figured out, Suzanne Vega’s Tom’s Diner landed, its acapella intro stopping the room dead before that unmistakable beat kicked in. It was sweaty, chaotic, and impossible to leave early. Verdict: Waxed-up, wired, and wicked.

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