I speak in grooves and whispers.
Vinyl only.
Jazz, jazz-funk, funk, afrofunk, bossa nova—every record a story, every needle drop a heartbeat. Music that moves slowly, deeply, timelessly.
Why Loco Boiler Room?
It all started at my bar named Loco in Antiparos island in Greece, where vinyl ruled the nights.
I’d dig through crates, spin records, and create private evenings filled with jazz, funk, afrofunk, and bossa nova.
Those intimate nights, just me and the grooves, became the heartbeat of Loco Boiler Room—a space where music flows freely, time disappears, and every record tells a story.
