Brknk: HIGH CONTRAST, BENGA, GROOVE, YODA, ANNIE MAC Portsmouth 03.02

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BRKNK & SUMO:
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TUESDAY 3rd FEBRUARY 2009 - 9PM-3AM
At LIQUID SUPERCLUB, PORTSMOUTH
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http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=40250608399

ANNIE MAC
YODA
GROOVERIDER
HIGH CONTRAST
BENGA
TRIPLE M
SP:MC

Room 2: death by disco
CHARGE & SDM
(drum & bass set, until it starts in the the main room)
Albino Monkey and Bill Eff's new production and djing project

£12 NUS / £14 OTHER



 

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It was dinnertime

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