What do you call Home? Is it the place that you reside in, or the place that you find the most comfort? Whatever it is, sometimes we take Home for granted, we forget that the essence of a Home is where we find our contentment, inspirations and utmost happiness.

Its a place that you go to see the faces that you care for (and even love) and a place that you can relax and care not of the reality of the world. Each person should always remember that – Home is where the Heart is.

(Thus,  You should always be thankful for what you have.) – But this is the basis of my misunderstanding:

Why, the young adult Singaporean, do you take home Club for granted?

home is where my heart is.

It was Friday night, shriekingmonkeys rode down South to Singapore to see how our Islander neighbors party. We were greeted by our Singaporean counterpart RJ, who detested the superficiality of the main area of Clark quay.

“I’ll take you where the real party at” exclaims RJ.

We trotted past the bright lights and glamour of Clark Quay, passing the wails of foreigners being flung up into the sky on the bungee ball, across the river were the roaring sounds of drums accompanying a large crowd watching a Lion dance show for Chinese New Year.

Upon reaching home, we were greeted by the dulled music of Phoenix being played inside, as a morbid fan of the french band, I started getting excited. There were about forty people of small groups of young adults sitting outside having a drink, but upon entering the club, we were greeted by emptiness of physical being, but the extent of fullness of the Kooks being played.

random, but cool.

The drinks were cheap (A bottle of vodka is about $100, and champange $120) and the playlist kept on putting me in awe.

The electro remixes of The Cure, The Smiths, The xx, Gossip, The Ting Tings, MGMT, Magic numbers, Sigur Ros, Yeah Yeah Yeahs(If I could remember I would list everything, but by this point, I was wasted Chigga!) – kept the atmosphere alive that night, even though there was probably only fifteen people inside the club.

I was amazed and appalled by the turn-out of this prize winning club – It frames itself as an ‘underground’/indie club, but where are all the underground/indie kids?

entry doorz

“Its pretty fucking empty most nights man, the last time I saw the place packed is when they hold events, even that it won’t get as packed as Barsonic (zouk) in KL.” RJ explained.

Trying not to gawk, I reiterated that it would be a waste if a club like home we’re to fail because of the lack of customers. People in KL crave for what home has to offer – Great music, cheap drinks, friendly staff, and awesome set up.

So why does no one go?

I strongly disbelief that Singaporeans are musically retarded. You have the blessings that great international acts coming to your shores, minus the Killers (pussy’s). However, I do understand that most Singaporeans would go to Zirca or Zouk or other clubs in the Clark quay for a night out – I plead and completely suggest that you should give this cozy and intimate club a time of your day/night.

To put it simply : It is fun

So remember Home is where the heart is, so why not adopt another one, and put your heart at home

"small, but with CHARACTER" - Nik Johann, happy,happy Malaysian customer.

happy bunch of monkeys