Entering Mongo Lounge :
The bass player pumps and pounds his riff deep into the bass bins, His noise vibrates the walls.
In comes a stomping beat of the kickdrum, it ploughs through bodies like a train.
With a wave of heat and smell of sweat, comes the sensation that the floor has a pulse.
Crammed together, the audience move as one entity, a massive body of heads are being drawn towards the stage.
The sound of a sweet and seductive voice creeps up the mix and trickles down the spine.
People are paralysed, intensely squashed against the backs and shoulders of complete strangers,straining for a glimpse of the singer.
Nimble fingers let fly a filthy flux of dirty digital synth waves to rip the place wide open.
The crowd crashes into one united motion.
Hands up high....... There is a dreamlike state that everyone enters, a stark contrast to the relentless rhythm that keeps them all moving.
Vibe and music filters off the stage in a heady blend of deep electric ambience.
The haunting vocals linger in ears for days, teeth chatter the beats for weeks, the bass buzz sleeps in the belly, and the synth sounds stay forever...
Mongo Lounge are not just heard and seen, but felt and absorbed.
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