Drone

A nice grungy Club. Imagine Moose (Bar in downtown Copenhagen) as a Club. Lots of Different types of people.
Pro’s and Con’s
Pro:
Nice concept, cheap beer and cocktail on the top floor, beer and shots in the basement where the dancefloor is.
For me as a social smoker, I think it is a good thing that you can smoke in the basement while you dance (Don’t bring your fancy clothes there though, cause they can get burned).
Cool Music either Indie Rock, or more electronic and funky. Mainstream requests will not be tolerated :-).
Friendly and open people, who are easy to talk and flirt with.
Con’s
The basement can get VERY crowded.
There’s sometimes a tendency to start a mushpit on the dancefloor. Not preferable when you’re dancing with your friends.
There’s occassionally some pretty sleazy types in there (this has partly been eliminated due to a new 20 kr entrance fee)
The Wardrobe can be very ineffecient + it’s not forced so people walk around with their coats on in there.

Drone is a terrible place. It might be fun for some, but I just don’t get this place.
Upon entering this almost completely black, very dimly lit, hideously decorated wooden cave, you first have to make an effort not to get instantly despressed from the sheer idiocy of the inside. Imagine your normal, already very dark club lighting. Now at Drone they said «ALL THE WAY DOWN, I DON’T WANNA BE ABLE TO SEE MY FEET».
Then you hear the music. If you can call it that. A low perpetual base with random noises playing on top of the baseline.
On the ground floor level the music is just at the right level so that you can hear it, but at the same time you can’t not hear it. Even though the music is so muddled coming through the floor from the basement, you still can’t hear what the person 2 feet from you is saying. The perfect setup.
Then you go down the stairs to the basement level, in the hopes that it holds a place you can stand spending 30 minutes with the friends who dragged you here.
Coming down the stairs you are met by complete chaos. Beards, thick cigarette smoke, akward, reluctant dancing and bathrooms with no locks, all blend into one.
Now that you can really hear the music, it becomes clear that anyone can go be a DJ at Drone. The music is obscure, the transistions between songs are worse than simply putting on an iPod and letting it skip to the next track. Often two DJs will be standing at the mixer, one playing a song, while the other frowns and makes dissaproving glares, only waiting for his/​her turn to play a song even worse and more obscure than the one currently playing in order to piss the other DJ off.
Not only are they playing obscure and frankly boring electronic music, the sound is distorted like there’s a cable that’s not plugged in correctly, which takes your enjoying the music even further away from the realm of the possible.
Funnily the place is filled with «hipsters»: guys with huge beards who seem to go to Drone to make the statement: «Haha, this place is so dumb, the music is crap, the place is crap. I’m making fun of the place by being here. I’m gonna buy another beer and go dance on the dancefloor».