I'm not really a big fan of nightclubs or British nightclubs as they usually play either crappy dance or endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless endless, endless, endless cheese.
But you go abroad and you see what its all about. The best nightclub I ever went to was just outside of Roppongi in Tokyo, Japan. Roppongi by the way is a nice and upmarket area by day but a total dump by night. Charles might have a better idea of what it looks like now as he lives out there but in 2006 Roppongi's clubs (Gas Panic, etc) complete with the drunken gaijin mooning on the street and kebab vans reminded me of a normal night out in any British or Irish inner city on a Friday night.
This was different. Myself and a few mates I had met while backpacking around Japan went out to Roppongi and after deciding that Roppongi was crap, decided to head to this place called "Space Lab Yellow" or just "Club Yellow" and so we headed down this road and bumped into these japanese guys who were hanging around outside this Lawsons corner shop who decide to help us find the place cheerfully and become our drinking buddies. We get to this block which looked like a residential block but we went down into the basement, paid Y500 and bang! Straight into this place with seperate bar and dance floor areas which this consistent neon and industrial look. Basically the place was based on the legendary Hacienda nightclub in Manchester. The bar area was chilled out and quiet while the dance floor boasted one of the best sound systems in Tokyo and some of the best DJs visted here in a regular basis. There was a live DJ and he was absolutely superb, the DJ area was on dancefloor level but the kit inside was immense. It was way more than what was needed to be honest. Awesome place.
Anyway between dancing there and drinking in the bar we also had other services. This place had hair stylists on call to sort out your hair if it gets messed up. SO naturally
yours truly had to give it a go.
All in all it was a phenominal experience. So phenominal, all I remember after the haircut was getting drunk on Suntory whisky, rushing out because I swore blind that it was 11:30PM and it was London and I had to catch the last tube home!!! Then I wake up 11am in a massage chair in a private booth of Roppongi's premier Internet cafe.
"..uh..what..?"
"Okay...uh...er...wallet...passport...money...hair...eyebrows..."
"...what is that bloody smell? Uuurrgh....okay...focus...why can't I focus?!?!"
"...erm...kidneys...meat & two veg...clothes...shoes...now..where the bloody hell am I?!"
"..okay I'll just look at this window and...oh...oh ****...I'M STILL IN BLOODY ROPPONGI! NOOOO!"
Epic night.