I danced with a thousand other Londoners under a strobed disco ball at Brixton Academy.
There were two drum kits and a drum machine, countless keyboards and cowbells, curly neon guitar cables, Hot Chip's Al Doyle killing it on guitar, and the wonderful Nancy Whang on synths and keys, stamping her black patent leather heels to the post-disco-electro-dance-punk beat. James Murphy's mini man-boobs may have been visible in his white T-Shirt, but LCD Soundsystem are not a bunch of geeks with laptops. Hail the day dance music grew guitars!
It seemed like we'd all just crashed a session they were having in their garage, and even when I found someone's gum at the bottom of my beer, I felt stupidly happy.

Ami x