It’s week 3, and the monotony of Cambridge nightlife is already beginning to kick in. The addition of garish yellow umbrellas to the Cindies smoking area and Life’s rebirth into the still poorly oxygenated ‘Kuda’ haven’t quite been enough to suppress the wave of suicidal thoughts that hit me every time the DJ bangs out ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’. I needed something new.

So when I read the Facebook description of Arcsoc’s event (complete with their innovative use of the forward slash), which promised to transport me to what the Beastie Boy’s described as "another dimension", "planetary intergalactic", I was ready for it. Arcsoc has a reputation for putting on some stellar events, so while the bar was raised high, by the end of the night I was not left disappointed.

There are only so many variables available to the club that could transform the night into something intergalactic or even just somehow distinct from your average night at Fez. While face-painting and inflatable aliens made a fun addition, this promise of entering a different dimension wasn’t to be achieved substance-free.

Sadly, I missed the boat for face painting, but didn’t feel particularly jealous when I saw it running down people’s faces in beads of sweat by the end of the night.  What really salvaged the intergalactic theme were the costumes of partygoers, who came up with some truly creative modes of dress. Colanders, foil, metallic cone bras and an abundance of glitter provided enough reflective surfaces to keep the vainest amongst us satisfied.

Given the more than reasonable drink prices I soon found myself floating in space, leaving me largely incapable of registering what the Facebook event promised to be the sounds of "deconstructed disco" and "phenomenological funk".

The music was, on the whole, pretty standard for Fez, but earlier in the night I do recall the sound of some more soulful funk tunes that spiced up the normal repertoire. Less melodic was the interruption of a strange UFO sound effect that sounded more like a muffled fire alarm than an alien invasion.

Despite this, the night was a success, much of this being owed to the large crowds Arcsoc events tend to draw in. The night warrants good things to come from Arcsoc for the upcoming year, leaving us with the hope of entering "new dimensions", or at least ones outside of the dreaded Cindie’s “pen”.