Andrew McClelland (there's definately an overload of c's and l's in that surname) and friends knows how to put on an old-fashioned indie/pop dance night. Half dancing, half spying out over the dance-floor it's a joy to see heads bopping up and down, beat-stomping, spins, turns and the constant feel of the floorboards swaying.
With Mr. McClelland behind the decks I cannot stop thinking that this is the sort of illegitimate child of Wigan Casino, the famous 70's/80's northern english nightclub spurring up a Northern Soul movement and dance style, that exist over the world.
It might just be in my dreams, in my mind, that I get these connotations, but I believe that the friendly and happy atmosphere, the non-stop spinning of Mr. McClelland in his suit, and the supreme location of Trades Hall/Bella Union, has something to with it. Possibly the only clue that you are not at Wigan is the alcohol and the sometimes modern music like Arcade Fire.
See you there next time, I will try to dare a Northern Soul spin if Mr. McClelland plays I Shall Not Be Moved by Barrino Brothers.
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