Land of Kings Invited THUMP to Party in Dalston This Weekend

The working week is back, and those precious three days off we just enjoyed will quickly fade into a distant memory. A dreamy, washy memory, made of of stuffy 1pm lie-ins, out of office auto-replies, and a steady stream of reasonably over-priced booze. As we sit at our desks today, rubbing our eyes and attempting to restart our synapses, there's still the twinkle of a Sunday partying with Land of Kings in our eyes. Somewhere.

The THUMP hosted stage, tucked away on Abbott Street, was our party-time cavern; beneath the street we had the perfect setting, a killer lineup, and enough Desperados to ensure a dry mouth-sore-head combo the following day.

Our Secret Dungeon Disco kicked off in the safe hands of Crucial & Fresh whose curatorial excellence, as displayed on their regular radio show, showcased their uncanny ear for party building. Not long after, the decks played host to the similarly on point Pool DJs who roused the room further. All of which, to be frank, got us worried our stint on the ones and twos might not match up.

We didn't have to worry about that yet though, as we first played host to the bizarre and completely wonderful Zanzibar Chanel. Complete with keytar, the set was a blistering showcase of their inimitable, disco-infected house that set the dungeon ablaze. What started as a cold Sunday night quickly turned our basement space into a sub-tropical discotheque fit for whichever Kings the festival was named after.

After that onslaught of shape-shifting groove, is was our turn, so we set about keeping the vibes coming with the most dramatic slabs of diva house we could find on our USB. The Secret Dungeon, was popping. We handed the reigns over to trippy Berliner beats-smith Capablanca and the party was played out.

Having locked up the Dungeon, we then trundled down to Oval Space, tinnies in hands and a spring in our step, to end our night with Waze & Odyssey, and then Psychemagik on the Bugged Out! curated stage. With a room full of tired feet and grinning faces, we soaked up the glorious satisfaction of a night of great music, and a bank holiday well-spent.