3708 Blairmoor Street
North Las Vegas, NV 89032
Clark County
Phone: (702) 648-3548
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by Jen B. on The Star is a great place to catch punk, rockabilly, alt country, indie acts. It's shine has dulled a bit, but it can still be lots of fun. Don't like the music upstairs? Head downstairs! Adrian, behind the bar, rocks! Grab a bourbon, PBR tall boy, or both and bee line it to the jukebox. It's old and it's fantastic! KISS, Sweet, plenty of punk. If you can't make a great playlist on it then just leave. You've come to the wrong place. Monday nights are silly fun. Jett, Rotknee, and Jacob give you "yer 15 minutes of fame." Get up there and mess up your favorite song. Everyone else does. Don't forget to get a picture in the photo booth on the way out, and thank Joe, the door guy, for keeping your ass safe!
by Isaias Honer on I stumbled in here after a blitz of alcohol at Harlot and Osha. I got stopped at the door for the 5, no 10, here's 10 what? 5? no, ten! I gave you 10! Why are you mentioning 5 oh nevermind ohright stamp my hand thanks cover charge. Simultaneous with my foot passing the threshold, I exploded in a deafening blast of guts and blood, sending a wash of viscera over the entire crowd. Or, rather, that was how the people there reacted to my entrance. As quickly as my cool scan was completed, I was registered as entirely unworthy of notice and the desperate, sweaty search between cologned pegs and Lohaned holes continued apace. Someone handed me a beer for someone. I drank it. There were friends there, so I was saved from suicide. I managed to drag one around the fairly decent grafitti exhibit everyone was fastidiously ignoring; scrambled order walking around ordered scrambles. At some point the joint shit me out onto the street. Freed from the technicolor mundanity, I half-ran to Market to catch a cab home and shower.
