Circa June 2009 Glasgow’s illustrious Disco Plane embarked on a cosmic journey from Virginia Place, unearthing the rough diamond that was the Lite Club. Laced with a sumptuous blend of delicious disco, alluring house and Hi Nrg Italo, Thunder Disco Club have provided a bimonthly aphrodisiac to Glasgow’s brimming clubbing calendar ever since. The collective has spun its own brand of audio-visual disco-xploitation as an ode to: Cult Cinema, Blue Movies, pastel tones, wayfarer classics, fast cars, faster women and the late great Gary Glitter.

The Lite Club’s closure saw TDC residents, Raul Pindi, Romero Heat, Sweets Edison and Ray Tropic jump between the sheets with a medley of esteemed Disc-jockeys; shipping their disco inferno to a series of the city’s favorite establishments and snapping up guest slots at RPZ, One more tune, Cotton Cake and The Wee Chill amongst others. Summer highlights saw them headlining packed events at both the Vic Bar for the infamous Art School degree show and a Friday Subclub.

Contrary to popular belief, domestic sex isn’t their only weapon. They have now penetrated the World Wide Web and according to Kim Jong-Il’s vibrant lovechild, they are taking no precautions. Come 13th November, TDC will launch an ever-evolving hamper goodies in the form of thunderdiscoclub.com. Amongst Pandora’s box of dishonorable treasures will be an ocean of new and old sexually charged symphony’s, mixes from residents and their favorite DJs, the worlds finest gallery of chics with guns and of course rudimentary doses of soft porn. The cherry on this intercontinental gateau of boogie will be a bi-weekly Thundercast, hosted by the one and only Heidi Ho.

Here is what she has to say for herself:

“Dang pussycats, this shit be hatt, I be Heidi Ho, cooking you up a rooftop storm with the finest licks from future and past, guaranteed to get your Thunder clappin’. We be about as current as a dried grape in an asbestos factory. Slap Booty, Slap Bass. Put your weight into it, put your weight into it! put your godamn weight into it.”

To celebrate the launch of such world wide wonders, the nomadic collective uncommonly known as ‘STREET THUNDER’ will be whipping out the smoothest grooves in their record collection and taking siege on the SWG3 (Studio Warehouse) on the 19th of November. This white hot night will erupt promptly with a 9pm Pre- club, super large screening of Walter Hill’s cult action/thriller “The Warriors”. Following this bone shattering warm up from Coney Island’s finest vigilantes, the Democratic Republic of Feel Good Thunder, backed into the dark shadow of a city on red alert, will unleash their only weapon – an audio assault of sweat curdling disco and Betamax inspired sleaze. What does it mean? Well, in the immortal words of the late great Gary Glitter “It means they are going to rip us apart. It means they are going to stop at nothing. It means … to the death.”

For the viewing pleasure of the bedridden, the motion picture as well as the nights music and gyrating will be streamed live, in its full might, for a guaranteed horizontal wiggle.

£6/£7 tickets. Where else would you rather be?