Cramped, overpriced furnaces with sticky walls and the latest idiot theme tunes thumping through the humid air so loud you can’t hold a conversation, just bellow inanities at megaphone-level. And since the smoking ban, the masking aroma of cigarette smoke has been replaced by the overbearing stench of crotch sweat and hair wax.

Quelle: Charlie Brooker: Nightclubs are hell | Comment is free | The Guardian

The same here in good old Switzerland … aber wahrscheinlich bin ich mittlerweile einfach zu alt für Extreme Clubbing.