From the team that brought you worlds longest running soul night, and in the tradition of the late 60s Northern Soul all nighters at Wigan Casino, comes Melbourne’s new home of soul every Wednesday night, Mo’Soul.
Behind the decks are the legendary soul DJ Vince 'the prince' Peach and Miss Goldie, plus special guests every week and live soul and funk bands early.
Entry is always free, and early our kitchen is serving up some of Melbourne’s best soul food from the depths of the Louisiana bayou.
Every Wednesday Evening
Welcome to Melbourne’s favourite weekly indie rock institution, the one they call, BLACK NIGHT CRASH!
Now at the world-class live venue Ding Dong Lounge, DJ’s Clefb, Knackered Converse and the We Bros DJs ignite dance-floor mayhem by cranking out all of your favourite Past, Present & Future Indie-Rock Anthems from 11:30pm.
The soundtrack for each week is full of the likes of: The Strokes, The Arctic Monkeys, The Libertines, David Bowie, Yeah Yeah Yeah’s, Bloc Party, Interpol, The Hives, Gang of Four, The Vines, The Cure, The White Stripes, The Smiths, We Are Scientists, Death From Above 1979 and Foals just to name a few.
Watch this space for special Black Night Crash events featuring live bands to the likes of SPLASHH (UK), APES, The Love Junkies, Deap Vally DJ sets, Both Cheese (Japan), Red Lights and The Corsairs.
Visit Black Night Crash on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/blacknightcrash)
Every Friday Night
11.30pm until dawn
It's a full moon, the dark chinatown alleyway lights up like model's runway as the throbbing beats beckon you up the stairs and into the smorgasbord of debauchery for the midnight run all your friends have been talking about.
You hand over your $7 to the door girl. You think she may have just winked at you but you've just noticed Mick Jagger sitting in the booth to your left. You start to introduce yourself but you're distracted as the Dandy Warhols brush past you and onto the dance-floor. You try and follow them but you lose them in the sea of people.
As you peer through the jungle of tight jeans you think you see David Bowie, but you could have been mistaken. Nevermind, James Brown is entertaining the crowd and you're starting to feel pretty damn good.
As colour and light flash past you spot Vampire Weekend off in the distance engaged in an arm wrestle with The Beach Boys. As you succumb to the rhythm the night the rest becomes a blur, although you have a strange memory of watching the sunrise with LCD Soundsystem.
You're not quite sure how you got home, but you do know one thing. Next time the clock strikes midnight on Saturday you'll be back. Who gives a fuck about Sunday mornings anyway.
Every Saturday Night
11.30pm until dawn