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On a summer’s night in July 1979, an unruly group of baseball fans and hard rock lovers stormed Comiskey Park’s field and set fire to a crate full of disco vinyl records. The event would be known as Disco Demolition Night, and the infamous explosion, that derailed the twi-night double header between the Detroit Tigers and Chicago White Sox, would spell the death of disco’s era of pop culture dominance. Now fast forward thirty five years to March 23, 2014 to an intimate gathering of a privileged few robe wearing music lovers in a steamy Brooklyn spa. Last Sunday’s edition of When In Robe proved that disco has survived its cataclysmic demise in the late 70’s and has risen from the literal ashes that were strewn about Comiskey Park like a newborn phoenix of funk.

After hitting what is now my third stint in the spa I can say with confidence that When In Robe has become much more than a party. These bi-monthly events have become a tradition to those who regularly attend and phenomenon to every new robe wearing attendee. When you step into Body By Brooklyn you check all your stress and apprehension at the door and you don’t pick them back up on your way out, you forget about them. It’s safe to say, When In Robe has become a salvation for us weary New Yorkers. It’s a place to enjoy a sweet reprieve from the ongoing dilemmas we face every day, and trust me, if you go once you’ll be hooked for good.

Sunday night’s installment was a groovy get together of like minded disco fanatics. The dance floor was packed early with many new party goers who were creatively garbed in their finest lounge wear. With new guests came the inevitable new inflatables. A green alien, a trippy clown and multiple inflatable instruments floated amongst the killer whale, boombox and palm trees that have become When In Robe staples. Speakerbot and Wyllys played impressive back to back sets that had the crowd feeling good with some old school Motown classics.

As I danced my way around the spa I ran into some familiar faces and got to chatting. One of the best parts of When In robe is definitely the camaraderie that you build with all the regulars. The Beer Priest -oh excuse me – The Beer God blessed me with about four free beers on Sunday night (and that was on the low end for these parties); the man is a living legend. With all the hysteria about huge scale festivals coming up and week long music conferences, it’s easy to forget about the little things like throwing an awesome party or socializing with great people while DJs do their job: PLAYING AWESOME MUSIC.

Brooklyn hometown favorites Escort killed it with their sultry headlining DJ set. The band’s musical knowledge was on full display as they taught a lesson on funk using classic vinyl decks as their chalkboard. The musically inclined crowd in the spa was hooked on every soulful bass line and psychedelic transition.

I have a lot of friends who have lamented the current state of the scene as being too drug filled and not enough about dancing or the quality of music being played at shows. In my opinion When In Robe is the perfect solution to these lamentations. These parties are organized by folks who have their finger on the true pulse of electronic music in New York City, the crowd is full of veterans who love to dance and enjoy themselves and, oh yeah, the talent they book is phenomenal.

The next When In Robe is coming on April 6, featuring Brooklyn bass pioneers Sepalcure and the incredibly talented Jubilee. You can grab your tickets for the next spa soiree right here. Check out some of these pictures caught by the Sensible Reason fam below!