Hotline feels like getting the late‑night text you were hoping for. The party has popped up everywhere from Kings Cross Hotel to Oxford Art Factory, packing rooms with jungle, baile and R&B in one space, and tougher house and techno in another. It’s loud, steamy and gloriously unbothered by the usual Oxford Street polish.

The crowd skews queer, mixed and style‑hungry: mesh, leather, tiny shorts, big platforms, no dress code beyond bring something. Hosts and door angels (think local cult faves like Amyl and Xaddy) set the tone at the entrance, while a rotation of Sydney DJs drive the tempo from bouncy club into full‑body sweat by 2am. The vibe is cruisy but friendly: plenty of flirting, lots of dance‑floor eye contact, and a strong no‑dickhead policy.

Hotline runs as an irregular pop‑up rather than a weekly fixture, which keeps it feeling special. Dates drop on Instagram and ticketed nights usually sell through Humanitix, so plan ahead if you’re in town. When the phone rings, pick up.