In the last couple of months alone they’ve had The Count & Sinden, Annie Mac, Friction, Major Lazer and Caspa pop in.

Arguably the leader of the young dance scene is Fake Blood and by midnight Digital is busy. But by 1.30am it’s completely roadblocked as he steps into the booth with a beaming smile. There’s a roar of anticipation from the crowd who are on some tantric brink and about to fall over. Opening with the Carl Orff track used for the X-Factor intro music he sets the tone for a tongue-in-beat Machiavellian set.

Fake Blood took his mask off quite a while ago now but the crowd still respond with an eager excitement, wanting to get a real glimpse of the DJ in the neon soaked flesh. He works his set with a steady progression building up his ravey remixes so the whole of Digital swells with sweaty limbs and vivid colours. The squeaky basslines and cyber punk Ibiza house are grounded by the likes of Florence & The Machine keeping his adoring crowd well in the loop.

The crowd so in the loop when he climaxes with manic ferocity, everyone’s whipped into a crowd surfing frenzy and there’s a bra or two being thrown at the booth. But this isn’t even the end, Fake Blood grants his hankering revellers four more encores so everyone can go home fully exercised and ready to drop.

Digital. Every Thursday

Words by Zac Colbert, photos by Milo Belgrove