Inés Solari
Runs the basement. Long, dark, hypnotic sets; says The Club only starts sounding right after three in the morning.
Runs the basement. Long, dark, hypnotic sets; says The Club only starts sounding right after three in the morning.
House with a warm low end and a weakness for vocals. Opens The Club on Fridays and hands over to Inés at two.
The Indie Room’s memory: knows which B-side the room wants before the room does. Plays from vinyl, talks to nobody, smiles a lot.
Guitars, more guitars, and the occasional shoegaze ten minutes nobody asked for but everyone stayed for.
Upstairs since the balcony opened as a bar. Eighties, synth-pop and the slow dance at 4 a.m. that she refuses to skip.
Classics with a grin. Owns more Italo disco than is healthy and plays exactly the right amount of it.
Resident in the Main Hall since 2015. Plays the big room like a conductor: the chorus first, the drop second, the encore always.
The other half of the Main Hall. Came from wedding gigs and never lost the instinct for the one song that gets everyone up.