The Trilogy

For this listing, we reprint the email that we recieved (next time, scroll paper please, with inky swirly writing): 'Dear Time Out. Ask yourself a question: if this was your last night on earth, wouldn't you want to spend it with friends, in a cosy bar while being aurally assaulted by songs you'd forgotten you loved because everyone told you it's not cool to love Prince?'. Well, yes, actually. We love Prince. 'Oh you would? Well that's convenient, because it's the end of the world in a little under two weeks.' Blimey, you'd better tell us more then. 'Repent, repent for your vile wicked hummus-stained ways, because in less than a fortnight the sun will utter a cosmic yawn and decide it can't be arsed with warming our frail world anymore.' Argh! 'So join the three knights of the new world order, aka the Trilogy, for a night of revelry and joy.' But what are you going to play? 'Dance to every genre under the (soon defunct) sun including punk, soul funk, '90s dance, hip hop, Motown, moombahton and whatever else we're not going to burn to keep us alive.' Sounds good guys. We'll bring out riot shields and night vision glasses, just in case.