I've said this before, but it bears repeating: if invaders from Mars send a scouting expedition to determine if they should attack Earth, I really hope they land in Supperclub. I can only image that the debaucherous, self-indulgent lunacy that takes place in this day-glo asylum (<--no, really, you need to see that) would cause the killer spacemen to turn tail and flee. When you look at it like that, I guess parties like Wednesday's throwdown with Italian DJ Carlo Astuti (with photos helpfully provided by Le Panda) are actually essential for the survival of the human race. Who knew?
[all photos via Facebook/Le Panda]