When we last spoke, your favourite champions of alternative fact were held hostage by the maniacal Dr Shoebridge. Together you tapped into your animal instincts and saved the boys from living out their days as freaks of nature.
We won the battle, but friends, we haven’t won the war.
Before leaving the Freak Factory, we found this ominous message scrawled on a scrap of paper:
Like the days of stopping at the Savoy
Now we freak, oh what a joy
Just come on down, to 54
Find a spot out on the floor
Aaahh freak out!
At first we thought this meant the Doctor had simply captured a funky fellowship back in the 70s who wrote a chart-topping hit to his freaky philosophies. We were wrong. This letter was a warning. ⚠️
Since our last party things have gotten worse in Sydney.
Venues continue to drop like flies, the streets are empty.
And who is to blame? Dr S. on a revenge-fueled rampage.
After further investigation we've discovered the Doctor, his hairless cat Mrs Jigglesworth and his beloved clone “Short Shoe” have in fact travelled back to the bygone era of disco delight in a nefarious bid to steal the mojo of Rubell and Schrager.
Who you ask?
The two men responsible for the most outlandish, outrageous, outstanding godfather of all late night lunacy.
The Doctor hopes that destroying them will destroy the future of all partying as we know it, putting a stop to the Conspiracy Crew for good… Little does he know, we’ll be there waiting.
We’ll be waiting at a better time, before the toupéed-tool was fighting trade wars and was instead getting rejected at the door of our debaucherous destination. The place Diana Ross would serenade Andy Warhol in a rubber room as he received a trash can of cash for his birthday, while Dolly Parton would invite Grace Jones and Sly Stallone to hoedown on her very own farmyard dance floor.
Ladies and gentlemen hold onto your white horses, put on your dancing shoes and strap yourself in for a quaaludicrous ride…
We’re paying a visit to New York’s hallowed hall of hedonism: Studio 54
There can be no doubt. This will be our greatest, grandest and gaudiest adventure yet.
If you know anything about the greatest disco the world has ever seen you'll know the things people have done to get inside… Don’t be the guy who died in the air vent (true story), get your hands on a ticket before it’s too late.
NOTE: while someone did die sneaking into 54, our party will be much, much safer - we see you Gladys.
DRESS UP. DANCE WEIRD.
JOIN THE CONSPIRACY. ☗
Sat, August 3, 2019 from 10:00 pm to 04:00 am
NSW 2010 Darlinghurst AU