Just had it last weekend.
Went for a nice escape with my fiance up the coast to get away from the city. We had decided to unleash on the sat night.
After ingesting a BB at the local watering hole, the starters gun was up and I was preparing to let loose on the adjacent club`s d`floor.
Upon the first euphoric rushes (not to mention dry reaches) we entered the joint to find the place was stuck in some sort of a time-warp.
I was confronted with 'Salt n pepper's push it' as we walked in. Thinking 'its gotta get better, we took it as a novelty at first and got down with the blundstones and check shirts. When in Rome....
To our horror the music just got worse, I have never been so frustrated, off-head and praying for the doof doof. It never came.
We retreated to our cabin to have a smoke and found they did not even get rage up there.
The BB`s could have been used much more wisely.
Have learnt a very good lesson, boo hoo.
Got some good waves though, a good consolation.