Propaganda is a club night that regularly pulls in droves of happy-go-lucky youngsters all over the UK. I myself had never been. Instead of taking the traditional A4 Pukka Pad into the event to note down its particulars, I decided to turn to social media to record my musings.
- Broadway Baby told me to start this review at 11 - I'm not turning up to Propaganda until at least 11.45. #NobodysRules #WhichJeans
- Nearly crossed swords with an aggressive chap outside an establishment called TigerLily. I believe it is a discotheque. #IsThisTheRightWay
- Stunning archaic decor envelops the cloakroom. Polite staff. #FirstImpressions
- Luckily this is event comes with wining and dining. I request the nicest variation of vodka bucket from the barmaid. She says: The Blue One
- Interesting choice to blend Gorillaz - Dare with blinding yellow beams. Reminiscent of Beckett and perhaps Ionesco. Doesn't work for me: 2*
- Standing at a party alone in my freshly washed clothes (Mum picked them out) - I start to recall what parties were like when I was 18.
- Is there a club in the UK that doesn't smell of piss and jäger?
- Wouldn’t be surprised if One True Voice or Darius walked on and turned out to be headlining this event. #PureCheese
- Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics. Nicely nuanced vs eclectic lighting colours and neons. Clear throwback to surrealist artist Salvador Dali. 3*
- Dubstep here representing the economic struggles of Burkina Faso as it battles through litigation to end a 4 year drought of solid leadership
- #PhrasesFromTheGuyInTheMensLoos 'No Lolly - No Dolly'
- #PhrasesFromTheGuyInTheMensLoos 'No Paco Reban - You Go Home With a Man'
- I don’t know if Tom Deacon is a funny comedian or not. But if he plays Mr Brightside 1 more time I will vault the barrier and have strong words
- Really aggressive bloke taking it upon himself to punch every floating balloon in the room. #Feral #CueToLeave
Cheap drinks, a clean(ish) nightclub and a scattering of people. If you like indie music or songs that make you go 'Ooh Yeah' before running to the dance floor, head on down. All in all, it's just another link in the chain of mediocre nationwide superclubs.
