Down and Dirty with the Dirty Boogaloo
This article appeared in the 27 June issue of The Williamsburg Courier.
At the bottom of the uneven cement staircase, patrons squeezed through two shoddy wooden double-doors. Ten bucks got them past the bar and down the bench-lined corridor, lit mostly by gaudy gold-painted walls. But in the cavernous back room, their surroundings mattered little as the dulcet tones of the Dirty Boogaloo began to fill the performance space.
The Dirty Boogaloo doin’ what they do best.





