22/04/2024
The good news: it's spring. The bad news: we can no longer attribute our depression to winter.
I’ve got to admit it’s getting really hard to write these. Maybe it’s because Jimmy has got his life together and there’s less things to make fun of him for. Or maybe I don’t get enough practice as we’re not exactly the first artist promoters call when putting on a line up. I’ll let you decide which; like a chose your own adventure book. If you thought the first read the next paragraph otherwise it’s paragraph four.
We nearly didn’t get this gig. Since getting a girlfriend Jimmy has stopped checking his phone. He’s in a relationship and f**k everyone else that’s been picking up his life for the last 18 months. I jest of course. It was 2 years. He’s actually stopped yearning for things out of his reach and is simultaneously failing to appreciate his terrible life. And the flip phone he got from his job doesn’t work anymore. But luckily the promoters got hold of him eventually and here we are.
When Jimmy and I met some of the boys behind Madhouse (yes that really is the brand name. I too got visions of turning up at the venue and “you don’t have to be crazy to dance here but if you are it helps” written across the toilet wall. But as it’s Mansfield it’s written in s**t) my first thought was these guys are mad. Mad, it turns out, for a quality warm up set. As they booked us for their second event. Which we are eternally grateful for.
Many many years ago, before J***y got fat, grey and had a ridiculous man bun, he met some girls from Wales in Ibiza. As they got to know each other one of them asked J***y “do you want to come back to mine?” And for the next three years he dug coal. Which is a nice link as this event is in an old coal mine. And we think that’s amazing.
The venue isn’t just the only reason to come along. There’s also some rather impressive dj’s on the line up. And Ryan Walker.
Look you know the drill. Tell your friends. All two of them. I’ll share the event later. I think there’s a flyer on the way. It’s a boss little venue and some boys that are trying to put on a wicked day party. Which is all J***y can do now he’s old.
Join us at the Madhouse where the only thing darker than the bassline is the void of existential dread lurking within us all. Let's drown out the silence of our meaningless existence with beats so heavy they'll make you forget your own mortality – at least for a few hours. And it’s in September and we’ll most certainly be in the midst of a world war. So let's embrace the absurdity of our fleeting existence together. Because hey, we might as well go out dancing, right?
