Grab your walkman, fluff up that perm, and prepare for a night where subtlety goes to die. Were rewinding straight to the 80s the era of mixtapes, neon crimes against fashion, and dance moves that should come with a warning label.
Expect a shameless mash of anthems: Bowie crooning, Madonna voguing, Prince being Prince, and Bon Jovi promising youre halfway there (whether you are or not). One minute youre moonwalking, the next youre screaming Girls Just Wanna Have Fun with strangers at the bar.
Its not just a party its a time warp. Sequins encouraged. Shoulder pads optional. Air guitars compulsory.