We live in darkened times. A mood has transcended the earth, sweeping through clubland like a long since forgotten pox. The smile of the clubber has gone, now replaced by a distant glare, the rhythmical melody now nothing more than a minimal bleep. But all is not lost. There are still those DJ’s out there who buck the trend, refusing to be dragged in to this techy void. Instead they stride on, remaining true to the virtues of house music past. Neil Quigley is one such DJ. When all around him seem destined to follow a path, Neil is out there happy to forge his own. Of course he… read more
We live in darkened times. A mood has transcended the earth, sweeping through clubland like a long since forgotten pox. The smile of the clubber has gone, now replaced by a distant glare, the rhythmical melody now nothing more than a minimal bleep. But all is not lost. There are still thos… read more
We live in darkened times. A mood has transcended the earth, sweeping through clubland like a long since forgotten pox. The smile of the clubber has gone, now replaced by a distant glare, the rhythmical melody now nothing more than a minimal bleep. But all is not lost. There are still those DJ’s out there who buck the trend, refusing to be dragged in to this t… read more
