Dublin, the disco-cum-night club at the ITC Park Sheraton
! Boom! Boom! The sound is so strong it seeps in through the soles of your shoes. It’s a subterranean sound that takes you into the bowels
of the earth, where like in the ancient Greek myth a blacksmith named Vulcan is pounding on his anvil. All you can see in the darkness are the sparks that are flying.
From the ceiling of the disco, a dozen robotic heads with a single flashing eye in their middle, are whirling
like hungry giants in search of a prey. From the sidewalls, panels of klieg lights flash as if waiting for a plane to land on a runway. Silver globes studded with mirrors revolve with a life of their own.
You stop being a person and become a shape as the lights flicker across your face and transform you into an exotic species of amphibian life.