by william b. on great energy, high quality DJ's, drinks were a bit pricey , but the clientelle was full of fun energy and everyone seemed to be regulars. i had never heard of it, but it seemed popular for the underground...guess they call that a well kept secret.
by Geneva W. on Tired of going to the same bars and clubs and seeing the same people week after week, I've been wanting to shake things up a bit and try something new. Das Bunker was just the kick in the pants that I needed! I had never been to an industrial club before, so I wasn't sure what to expect, but I went in with an open mind. I think that's really important if you want to have a good time here (or anywhere for that matter) since Das Bunker is unlike any place I've been to before. Guys in corsets, girls with rainbow-hued hair and people wearing gas masks and bondage pants surrounded me all night. Anything definitely goes here and that's part of its appeal! The main room on the second floor is massive with stripper poles, a large stage, and TONS of room to dance comfortably without bumping into people. It kind of reminded me of a rave except with air conditioning. There are two more dance floors downstairs--the "retro room" which is slightly larger and played the best music IMO and the smaller power noise room which I didn't care for because the fog machines made it smell really bad. Street parking is harder to find after 10:30 or 11 but there are a couple of lots in the area for $5. The cover is usually $10 after 10:30 (half price before) but we paid $15 to get in since a couple of bands were playing. I didn't think the neighborhood was so bad but according to everyone I've talked to, it's sketchy as hell, so be alert when walking around. The thing I love most about this place is that people come here with a genuine love for the scene and are here to just dance. No one cares about what you're wearing, how you're dancing, or who you came with. They're too busy stomping, kicking and punching to 120 BPM to give a f%@k about you.
by Lera Karvis on Suck it, LAX.* A giant U? Filled with lanes, merges, intros, outros, and exits? Could it possibly be any worse than having to pick someone up from this place? I hate coming to LAX. It's on one of many nasty sides of LA, you've gotta get on both the 605 and the 105 to get there (at least from where I live), and the cops at this place don't have enough to keep them occupied. That goes for almost any airport cop, though. Tell your friend to fly into Ontario. *Before you send me a message to make sure I know that this is in the category of LAX the club, and not the LAX the airport, say out loud to yourself: "Maybe he already knows this." But LAX the club would still get one star because, well, go look at those people.
