next dark underground party – 26 August 2017
Two years ago we did something crazy, an experiment. First we were afraid but we trusted you, and you gave back on a level we never expected. The last Game of Drones was probably the party with the highest amount of dancers vs. non-dancers ever, the atmosphere was electric, sweaty, almost tribal. So we do this again on popular demand.
Bunkerleute is proud of its ‘mixed party’ concept and we will never stop catering to everything under the gothic and wave umbrella – and beyond – but once in a blue moon we delve deep into something a little more specific. It won’t just be industrial – don’t be afraid – there will be lots of dark electro, ambient, even the droning guitars of postrock and similar music which fit the atmosphere of the moment. It will be an all-out mechanical celebration. Oil those legs, cleanse your ears, repair your broken parts and prepare to party.
When you play the Game of Drones, there are only two options. You dance, or you die.
The Tech-Priests appeasing the Machine God are designated by the following unique identifiers:
DJ The Darker Angel
We merely adapted The Machine but The Darker Angel was born to The Machine. Originally considered to be a technological abomination by the High Priests, this machine-made-flesh thrives on hypnotic, repetitive, danceable sounds which it emits in a non-stop wave of dark delight. Some say it is a herald of The Machine God itself – praised be its name – introducing a new era of musical freedom, some say the machine will be the end of us. Let’s find out.
Once an influential and promising adept of the Mechanicum, she has been cast aside as a heretic after several incidents where her code infected so many systems and made so many units unable – or unwilling as some whisper – to stop dancing. She has since went underground and transmits her code through forbidden frequencies or hidden in seemingly innocent subroutines. This night we plug her directly into our mainframe, hoping to spread this binary plague to as many of you as possible.
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The party machine is switched on at 22h. The Machine God forbids pressing the stop button before 5 o’clock. Sacrifice is 3,5 euros before 23h and 6 euros after 23h. Lubricants are at sub-normal prices.
Bunkerleute calls itself an underground party for a reason. First of all because of the music that we play but secondly because of the unique atmosphere at our parties, centering on mutual respect, tolerance, personal space, judgement free etc. We are a welcoming party though, if you have any questions, just ask us.
Bunkerleute supports and is supported by Maaikes Skin Art.