Floppy Disk

Among the microclimates of binary tracking earthwide and everywhere, through dark fibre and among cyber-sweatshops, needles flashing, in that vast unquiet, that stitched and unstitched tapestry – seek out the Floppy Disk. Escape day jobs with appointments set for meetings about meetings, bosses without clue, the unreal string of zeros. Everyday more luser than user. Welcome the plastic embrace of the floppy disk, your digital chaperone to a place of dancers semi-stunned under the lights, not dancing exactly, but moving in place, like an alert, to the music. You have mail. Find us. Find your solace. Nostalgia lurks, ready to ooze from ambush. In our initial public offering, join us upstairs at angel for the aural pleasings of DJB (CH), Kate Miller, and xySid. Downstairs, eat an egg and drink in the company of Enni, Snugglepuss, szinzan and Tobias. Lit by dualflow. --- DJB (of seafood and east third ring) crosses the great firewall to bring the sound of China’s underground club scene. Ra