Hip Hop, Dance, RnB, Dancehall, Afrobeat, House, Disco
In the heart of the campus, where echoes softly play, A Groove Lab emerges, where night turns into day. In the boiler's secret lair, emerges a beat, DJs ignite a rhythm, way down on Fenner Street.
The maestros gather, turntables spin, In the Boiler Room's embrace, where the beats begin. Lab coats traded for headphones, sounds a plenty, A musical experiment, at AS220.
The Groove Lab's alive with electric desire, Notes in the air, setting the room on fire. Basslines are bubbling, like potions in a flask, In the DJ's hands, every moment is a task.
The crowd, a canvas, painted with every sound, As melodies weave, and rhythms abound. From hip-hop whispers to R&B's gentle hum, The Boiler Room throbs, a nocturnal drum.
Neon lights flicker, shadows start to sway, In the chemistry of beats, where dancers find their way. The air is electric, in the black box, As the Groove Lab pulses, from your heart to your socks.
The campus comes alive in this sonic embrace, A rhythm experiment, a musical chase. In the DJ's alchemy, the night finds its tune, In the Campus Groove Lab, beneath the crescent moon.
