I’m returning to music with a mission: to save London’s nightlife. I still remember it like it was last weekend. It was around 2011, in a sweaty Cargo in Shoreditch. I was watching a crowd go crazy to a DJ set that cost less than a round of shots. No guest list. No section. Just pure energy.
I’d already had a No 1 by then, but in that room, with no phones in the air, just bodies in motion — I felt alive. That’s what London nights used to give you. The feeling of community. But in 2025, that type of night is becoming a rarity in the capital.
