This is a down-town-tempo experience with all kinds of DJ's & artists coming collectively together to create the laid back atmosphere of being way out of time & off the NYE grid. Warm up the corners & ease thru the night. It's a relaxed night of music & moving image, a cappella foot songs, spiritual jazz, blissed out clips, sweet soul, fluid electronix, hypnotic roots, southern stomps & northern lights.

Picture the scene: there is a record playing beatific musics, soup & bread going around, fine drinks, space to gossip, dance & sway, sit & swoon. You might know some of the artists, you might just want to be in good company. You're in a beautiful place out in the city.

The plan for tonight is curiously simple - make it affordable & enjoyable, play exquisite recorded musics, project fantastical moving images, make the lights soft, create atmospheric dance-floors & serve complimentary soup & bread (for the early birds). No midnight countdown, no hi-octane fast tempo hits as we sidestep boom & bust ups and go for deep time sensuality.

There is a BIG ask. We will be doing without time keeping. So no watches, phones, clocks or time keepers. Join in - leave the phone or watch or whatever at home or turn the phone off for the duration. There is going to be no surge to get to the new year or requirement to leave the past behind. We are taking it all in, at a gentle and giddy tempo.

DJs & Artists: 

AB “groping after things lost in the cloudy past, the time before memory"

Adu Gebru "I heard the sound before the note had arrived"

guest

"All huddled outside

Watching faded ribbons dance

Above onion grass"

Hans Direct “Psychedelic XTC space chemist shares musical trinkets from 1992. Sponsored by Doozy”

Jan Itor “easier is getting harder everyday – c/o Iris Dement"

Memotone "Go and lie down in the boundary layer of a common moss, and soon you'll realise you don't need to win the lottery"

mr_hopkinson “It doesn't *have* to be found”

Music At The World Junction "this too will pass"

Rozi Plain “lob your phone in the bin”

The Black Astral “Cosmos sounds to brighten our souls”

t l k “a palm full of end threads arriving to fresh scent of their end / it's dog eat dog until cats tear up the hymn sheet / a new year is a hop and a skip to the bus stop of things / so get on't bike and ride lad”