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So Errm... Club Z
Every town, every city has its fair share of bad clubs. The sort of low-calibre meat-markets with teenage punk-types standing around outside, hoping to borrow lighters off passers-by. Even Brighton, I would be the first to admit, is no exception there.
It should not really have come as a surprise that Club Z was one of these places. It didn't really work for me. I couldn't quite get into the mood there.
They did however, it has to be said, play some good music.
So Errm... Club Z
Every town, every city has its fair share of bad clubs. The sort of low-calibre meat-markets with teenage punk-types standing around outside, hoping to borrow lighters off passers-by. Even Brighton, I would be the first to admit, is no exception there.
It should not really have come as a surprise that Club Z was one of these places. It didn't really work for me. I couldn't quite get into the mood there.
They did however, it has to be said, play some good music.