The nights are getting longer and with them your favourite den of manfun returns for another sweaty session. Come and descend those stairs into Dalston’s deepest sleazepit VogueFabricsDalston. Those dark corners can’t wait to have you back. You know the score: skimpy clothing, harnesses, jockstraps, beard rubbing, poppers sniffing and general misbehaving. What happens at Dirtbox stays at Dirtbox.
As usual Gibson, Princess Michael of Cunt and The Duchess of Pork will serve you heavy loads of hiNRG, electro, new beat, house, italo and whatever else they fancy to make you drip and get your treasure trails in a twist.