Modular Monthly, synonymous with fluoro, Material Boy (because Tsubi is way too obvious), skinny wrists, tiiight jeans, spilt champagne, ‘80s post ironic trashwhore attire, mirrorballs, sexual deviancy slash ambiguity and elaborate Myspace profiles, has become the party powerhouse. The type of event that everyone just assumes everyone else will be at. That everyone just turns up to without any regard for who’s playing. The type of party that comes with a red stamped, money back guarantee. And with good reason too – with previous headliners such as Chromeo, Annie, and Simian Mobile Disco, it has for the most part been the heaving, reach-for-the-lasers, confetti-soaked Good Time that everyone hopes for.

So what happened this month? Perhaps it was the considerable lack of buzz around headliners In Flagranti, who despite coming straight outta NYC, fail to register on the prepubescent minds of regular Modular goers. Perhaps it was the choice for the obligatory live band, I Heart Hiroshima, who, despite being their quirky indie pop selves, flail under the mirrorballs foreign to their Hopetoun-accustomed faces. However, there is no ‘perhaps’ about the crowd (though calling it a ‘crowd’ would be an overstatement). The smattering of people who do decide to go look nervous, awkward, the new kids in class, not the apathetic scene fuck veterans of whom we are so fond. The smoking room is closed off, the floor lays bare, and more drinks than usual are consumed in an effort to mask the fact that this is more basement party while your parents are upstairs than party at The Basement.

We’re fairly certain next month’s MSTRKRFT outing will be considerably more face-melting. Heads are already exploding at the thought.