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Boogaloo. The Return....
review A word of warning... if your'e Mad Cowing it over the road then start drinking up at 10ish. The queue outside Boogaloo stretched around the corner past the Amsterdam, and by 11 it was already one-in-one-out. Guestlist or not, there was simply no more room in the club. Very lucky for me, then, that I managed to squeeze past the bouncers just in time...Everyone's first concern was that Boogaloo would lose something by moving to a more up-market venue... and it would be a lie to say that it didn't feel different. Gone are the sticky black floors, the wall of sweat, the £1-a-shot of Tequila (thank god!) and West Street's boy racers. To Boogaloo aficionados it may take some getting used to... the grunge was always part of the fun. But I can't really imagine anyone complaining after last night. It was one of those rare occasions where everyone was smiling big broad smiles... for all the right reasons! It was good to be back. Dynamite Sal, Boogaloo Stu and Dolly Dolly Rocket are a very special part of Brighton, and I personally wouldn't care where they set up shop as long as there's a stage with a glittery curtain behind it for them. Boogaloo is not so much a clubnight as a weekly cult gathering. We fully expect to be called motherfuckingarseholes by a man in a skintight suit and an orange wig, to have our heads thrust into buxom breasts, to have chocolate painted all over our faces and to be screaming shitlips! at the top of our voices. And that, I'm sure, is why the return was so welcome. The cabaret, far from being a distraction from the night, is the very essence of Boogaloo. But I don't need to tell you all this because by now you'll either have experienced it for yourself, or you'll have long since decided that you're too old for such behavior...
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