"Sell out warning! By the time you read this, it’ll be too late. You'll have missed out on a ticket to see Uruguay’s dark prince of trip-tastic techno tessellations AND the 00s champions of queer AF vocal acid anthems in one tiny 200-cap room. All is lost, console yourself with the waiting list for the greatest birthday Stokes Croft’s ever seen. Bless you Team Love, we don’t know how you do it..."

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