Seriously. Pole Folder. What kind of stoopid-arse name is that? But when you are treated to one of Pole Folder’s sets, the funny name ceases to matter. After that, he can name himself after any kinky device he likes.
What to choose for Easter Saturday Night?
A: Sit quietly at home and wait for some dude on a bunny delivering chocolate eggs. Or….
B: Dance your buns off to two of the Greatest Progressive House DJs this world has ever known.
A definite pattern has emerged these last few years for me: namely, they all seem to start at Chinese Laundry.