Urban planning is a useful thing. Dance the night away at Rock Candy II and
you'll be swept out onto the Pate Rd. netherlands at 9am. Go to DJ Station,
however, and you can dance an hour longer then step next door and crash in
one of Ikea's happy-perfect-people bedroom sets. This is only on weekends,
of course. On school nights, DJ Station is only open until 6am.
Filling the spot left vacant last year by Hard Rock Cafe, DJ Station is more
than a shade different from its predecessor and several shades darker. The
designers, if there were any, opted to forgo decor and turned off all the
lights except for the lasers and parcans illuminating the plexiglass dance
floor. Indeed, the management are fixated on lights (as are most of the
patrons). Staffers don black long-sleeve t-shirts with a DJ Station logo
that flashes, and a blue underlit bar provides the perfect light by which
young, clueless bartenders can look up how to make your NT$300 drink. (It
also matches the blue back-lit urinal in the men's room in some wierd
drinking-urinating color-association scheme. Don't get them confused.)
Given the lack of light and deafening decibels, you'd better have come to
dance. The music is more of the same souless, Paleolithic pounding to be
found in most of Taipei's clubs. It seems more suited to downloading into
your cranium than actually listening to, but perhaps that's the point.
Pirate screenings of Shrek and other animated fare shine silently on the
back wall for those not swept onto their feet by the music. The crowd
watching consists of a contingent of young men in identical black suits
equal in number to a contingent of young women across the room nodding in
time to the music.
Not having fun yet? Wait another few hours and you can buy a dapper black
suit of your own when AsiaWorld next door opens.
DJ Station is located at B1, 100 Tunhua N. Rd.,
Taipei(北市敦化北路100號B1)and is open every night from 10pm to 6am and
until 10am on weekends, NT$350 weeknights, NT$500 on Friday and Saturday.
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