Hot Potato

Not only is this the worst name for a venue ever, this "club" failed to pique our interest as a new destination to occupy our weekends in Darwin. One can't help think that this is a tax arbitrage scheme for Discovery, being run by the same manager, drinks provided by the same tenders and music provided by the same pathetic excuse for a Dj.

The roller coaster of terrible experiences starts at the front door, with the door bitch winning the title of "Biggest Cunt Ever", (yes that's you blondie). After we were given our free arm bands she told us we still had to line up. Many thanks to Jay on the door for ignoring the bitch and letting us in.

Walking in you can't help but feel like herded cattle. As soon as you're down the stairs, you hit the dance floor straight away. Not only did they breach their "one person per square metre" guidelines, you couldn't even choose which way you wanted to walk. Not to mention the ridiculously uneven ratio they had of males to females. The "herd" shuffled you towards the bar where you see washed up disco workers who just couldn't keep up. One thing they did get right and that is the amount of bartenders. Although they managed to fuck that up with an appalling back bar and more post mix guns than a Gaza Strip soft drink invasion.

After receiving our drink is a plastic cup (has glassing really gotten that out of control?), we were back in the stream of people who walked along the 'lounge area' (which already smelt horribe, nice work on that record timing) and down to the dance floor. Again not surprising was the poor quality of the sound system they were running, really disappointing.

Now, I'm aware that no Dj is game enough to drop anything but Hot 100's day mix with a bass line, but really, this was fucked. From memory it went "Poker Face" to "Got it From My Mama" to Beyonce??

After staying for about 45 minutes (44 too long) we left disappointed yet not surprised. Anyway, here are a few tracks to take your mind off the continual assault of commercial shit thrown at you each weekend.


Alesha Dixon – The Boy Does Nothing (Fred Falke Remix) <---- Anything Fred Falke touches is fucking gold. From a little research, Alesha Dixon is that akin to Ricki Lee in the UK. Basically a washed up X-Factor contestant. Falke is God.

Joe & Will Ask? – Surge <----- This track takes a while to warm up. You'll be surprised at about 1.35.

Revolver – Can’t Stand (ZZZ Remix) <---- What is becoming trademark ZZZ piano interludes. Dirty bass as well.