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Recent stomping-murder of a hapless punk by a group of skins during a Distemper
show makes this an all-too-authentic punk club, if you can handle it. If your idea
of punk is listening to Crass and sneering in an Amsterdam underground, then stay
away from here; like Lenin with Marx, these people take the whole punk thing literally.
The runaway son of Moscow's punk underworld is back after having closed for a year,
but it's in a new location that doesn't rival the old. A recent visit left much to be
desired, although the mix of teenie alterna-groupies, super-cheap drinks, and total absence
of pretentiousness was still there. Closer to the center than U-Too.
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