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If you can, try and cast your mind back to the late nineties. You’re in a nightclub on a Friday or a Saturday night, you’ve had too much to drink and you’ve lost your mates. You’re feeling a bit wretched and in dire need of a kebab and a taxi. Then one of those classic anthemic dance tracks fills your head and your ears – the dance floor heaves en mass; a sea of arms in the air flickering in the strobe light, and suddenly, for a brief musical second, you feel like everything is going to be OK. I’m not saying that Calvin Harris isn’t of his moment, but there was something about the atmosphere in the new O2 Academy that took me back in time. |
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