08/04/16: It was unbearably hot at Rolling Stock in Shoreditch this Friday.
Bang was a riotous explosion of steaminess; one hotness – that of the venue, which was sweltering for the tightly packed, gyrating bodies – being matched by another – that of the bodies themselves.
Soon, predictably, t-shirts were coming off, revealing impressive racks of rippling muscles; a behaviour more typically observed south of the river than in the fashion-conscious reaches of east London, but who’s complaining?!
The boys were cute and fit, and as if that wasn’t enough, the DJs got on the act too. The tottie quotient finally hit the vaulted roof when Matt Bogard revealed his own brawny torso and later Louis Chatten, surely one of the cutest DJs on the scene, took control of the decks to spin his heady mix and add to the general sweaty frenzy.
It was a night of aural and visual delights, and heated shenanibangs, sure to make you want to do bad things.
Rolling Stock, 48 Kingsland Rd, London E2 8DN
Words by Nicolas Chinardet
Photos by zefrographica
