…to go to an 80s night and fantasize (that can’t be the right spelling, but it doesn’t look right with an s either) about buying an angle grinder for musical purposes?
Mirage was held in a bizarre club in Shinjuku, it was a large basement room but they’ve put a floor in half way up, making it two floors both with extremely low ceilings.
Luckily the music veered off into more EBM territory after a little while, with a little arcane industrial thrown in, so I ended up dancing quite a bit even given the miles of walking I’d done earlier in the day.
The crowd was small, perhaps thirty people at its height, dropping to around 12 when everyone catching the last train had left.
Not much in the way of excitment, there was a present draw of some kind (it being a christmas special), where Fernando won a set of towels and I think Alex got a CD. And there was a little silliness with the video camera pointed at the dancefloor.