Head from Temple Tube Station, past the burning rubbish bins of a future-wracked London, through a subterranean tunnel, to descend into Diva’s Club. Ethereal dance anthems, haunting Vocaloid refrains, and murmurs of the near future soundtrack the simulated experience. An elegy to nocturnal euphoria and to the memories that linger when the lights go on and the dance floor empties.
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