I'm going underground.
imagine you walking around a sunday at sunday up market with some friends, getting a call from another friend from sthlm saying - I'm in London bitch. two 08's are coming down east, we eating some creasy chinese, having a beer & am texting a friend see if there are any underground parties on going... getting the answer - I'm on my way to one now, but you have to go with a member.. meet me at 33 commercial road in 30min.
while there, no sign of a party, the guys fatizising about how they wish that we will go through that specific trashy door, be met of two black guys asking if we are members. then go further down through a long corridor, down in the end were we pay the entrance. go in to another room, a big empty room which in the end have a steel stair going down... here you can start hearing the beat, a weak sound of a heavy beat... down in the basement we open another big door: it's dark, its loud, it's underground.
and thats its exactly how my sunday was, me deep down into the sound from 6pm to 1am.
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