One thing we know how to do in rabble is bring the ruckus. Logistical nightmares have forced us to push out our exhibition and planned “best of” collection to the New Year.

But we’re coming through with a big old bash in the Commercial Rowing Club on the banks of the Liffey for our FINAL (ISH) party-rave We’ve thrown some banging parties over the years and this one promises to top them with some of Dublin’s best selectors set to blast the dancefloor.

It’s a deadly little venue with a cheap-ass bar and a smoking area over-looking the river.

Hop a Luas out to Heuston and grab a cab with some mates to get there. The 26, 66, 66a, 66b and 67 all zoom out to the venue too. It’s a piece of piss, fifteen-minute journey affair.

The perfect place to lose your shit after the big housing protest march.

Many of us have been doing stuff with rabble for years on an entirely voluntary basis. There’s a huge amount of work that goes on behind the scenes to keep it going. Most of us have full time jobs and busy lives. We are time starved and are feeling the burn.

It’s come to stage where we want to throw our energy into other projects. Every dog has its day as they say, and for those of us involved in rabble it’s time to draw line under it and move on.

Rather than have the whole project fade away into oblivion with a whimper, we’re going to put our energy into celebrating what rabble brought to the media landscape over the last 15 issues.