Flight Force by Tegel Boys

We’re off tonight on a fool’s errand. A lot of hope, a lot of hype…a top league heavy weight fight.

This black black inky night, a sticky gauze, an elastic fog, a wild gnawing hunger for a pause….

But there’s a light up ahead. Trees and ponds…Miles and miles of this graveyard lawn, something just beyond.

A junk-shop, insurance-shop, the junk top-fire safety-premium stop. Shuttered, slammed just a prop.

Swerving on, dipping low, swooping into the tunnels, protruding monstrous pipes, infant-lego nightmare fright… a Full on type/

Rising up…hexagon induction witching hour is upon us. A monument to your blurred arrivals, party-adjacent, homecoming elation, come-down complacement.

Claptrap bus doors, fumbling cigarette tours, that giddy shuffle inside.


The warmth wraps us up, blinking bright, a sweet and sour sight. The ritual is flight.

I wanna see all my friends,They’re just around that bend … I wanna bring back all those famous ends!

If it’s the right course, if we’re pushing down the court, we’re takin’ the night course, we’re on the fight force.

• Electronic
• acid
• boogie
• dark disco
• disco
• dub
• electro
• funky
• indie dance
• live
• party
• Berlin