Dirtbox are back in your favourite sleazepit after blowing their pre-Christmas loads back in December (which apparently a lot of you did too, on the dancefloor). We’re warm in the winter, dirty on the inside, so come rain or snow there’s no need for excessive clothing. All you need is a jockstrap, some poppers and a few sweaty gentlemen to keep you company. As usual, residents Gibson, Princess Michael of Cunt and The Duchess of Pork welcome you into the Dirtbox den of manfun with a musical orgy of hi-NRG, Italo, New Beat, electro, hip house, synthpop and a heavy load of amyl-nitrate to moisten your treasure trails, moustaches, backs and cracks.
£5