At some point between the blistering Mars Volta set and the 2am Buzzcocks gig we stumbled off into the woods.  It seemed like the right thing to do. Like pack-a-mac clad moths to a flame we were drawn to the gaudy disco lights of the Club de Fromage.  This, as the name suggests, was an open air Bacchanalian knees-up dedicated to synth-soaked, drum machine-drenched music of a Cheddary nature.  With its heavy rotation of retro floor-fillers, it put me in mind of one of those god-awful 80s theme bar chains like Reflex, yet managed to be nothing like them.   For [...]