The home of dirty rockers, questionable haircuts and endless amounts of animal print held tightly together with cans of hairspray!
“My face ached from smiling, my throat was dry from singing (at least trying to with no voice), my legs were numb from jumping around, but it was all worth it. A truly epic night of exceptional music, the whole weekend was.”
I don’t think I’ve had such a good time as Ibiza in a very long time… if ever!
“Being screamed Tina Turner lyrics by 2 parts of the Wicked Jackals, talking to a Frenchman with a fridge tattoo and wandering back at 5am, those are the best parts!”