You only know about this club because you heard a goth chick with a dick mention it in that scabby coffee house in that former ranch house three miles out of the village. A abandoned masonic lodge on the corner of Bubbling Vomit land and Moloch. She with a cock said its a fantastic and obscure scene there. Only the future ground breakers of the arts hang. You find the place after searching a half a week. You ask the owner for a gig. He says the place is booked up for the next four months but it's free for you to play from 11:00 P m to 1:00 am the Thursday after that. A long wait but you agree. A strange place,real fucking strange. You think it will draw a good crowd.