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January 11, 1985 | KEVIN THOMAS
For the record, the "The Party Animal" (citywide, MPAA-rated: R) has to do with an obnoxious hayseed college freshman's desperate attempts to lose his virginity. After a series of smutty sketches, illustrating his efforts, he succeeds only too well. The hard-eyed co-eds look more like hookers and go-go dancers than sorority girls.
Sin-a-matic is the latest offshoot of the club Fetish, as well as that Sunday-night Silver Lake club with the four-letter name. It caters to much the same crowd--the young, the underground, the gay, the straight. . . . To everyone, apparently, except the trend-sniffers at MTV. A few weeks ago, when an MTV video jock arrived at the door expecting a warm (and gratis) welcome, she was rebuffed. A week later, Sin-a-matic was running ads boasting, "As Seen On Club MTV . . . Not!"
December 1, 1991 | DAVID WHARTON, David Wharton is a Times staff writer
If there is a rock 'n' roll god, this was his altar. Jerry Lee Lewis played piano. Tina Turner and Marvin Gaye sang a raucous duet. Go-go dancers frugged in the background, except when the stage grew dark and silent and James Brown stepped to the microphone for a gospel-drenched ballad. In 1964, when "Bonanza" and Andy Griffith ruled the airwaves, an upstart show called "Shindig!" had the audacity to broadcast rock 'n' roll during prime time. It was loud. It was frenetic.
August 18, 1989
The Redondo Beach City Council revoked the entertainment permit of the Beach Gardens restaurant Tuesday night after hearing complaints that the establishment near the Redondo Pier converted itself into a noisy nightclub called The Indigo on Wednesdays and weekends. Harbor Director Sheila Schoettger said Corinne Lachkar, the restaurant's manager, contended that The Indigo was not really a nightclub but rather a "themed promotion" intended to build up the restaurant business. Police Lt.
April 21, 1994 | HEIDI SIEGMUND
Velvet is a naughty, naughty club. Not simply because the Sunday night affair at West Hollywood's Peanuts features slinky, gyrating go-go dancers in baaarely-there lingerie, but because the early-KROQ music format attracts a very young crowd. One can only imagine the kids lucky enough to pass for 18--ID is a club requirement--going back to school the next day with eye-popping stories of the night before.
July 5, 1991 | JONATHAN GOLD
X=Art is gone, Club Theoretical is gone, the Anticlub is pay-to-play, so what remains of the original L.A. art-band underground scene is this: Wherever proto-industrial Hollywood band Ethyl Meatplow decides to show up, which is often at that Silver Lake club whose name we all know can't be mentioned in a family newspaper.
April 23, 1990 | JONATHAN GOLD
What would happen if you crossed the gangster style of N.W.A with the lightweight novelty hip-hop of the Fat Boys? Something like the over-hyped Samoan brothers from Carson who call themselves the Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. The Boo-Yaa brothers, who headlined the Palace on Friday, are massive guys who dress like executioners and advertise their former gang affiliations: L.A. gangster chic taken to its logical extreme.
December 7, 1992 | J. MARTIN McOMBER
S nap!, crackle, flop. That's what happened when dance-club favorite Snap! brought its mixture of techno beats, rap and soulful vocals to the nearly empty Hollywood Palladium on Saturday. The small turnout was surprising considering that the group has a Top 10 single ("Rhythm Is a Dancer"), a new album ("The Madman's Return") and a reputation for producing innovative music (Snap!'s 1990 hit "The Power" helped pave the way for such acts as C+C Music Factory).
May 30, 1993 | MARK EHRMAN
Milan Kundera notwithstanding, the lightness of being at this Prague is not only bearable, it's fun. In the spirit of its European namesake, Prague (the nightclub) serves up equal parts culture and decadence in a setting more refined than you're apt to find at any similarly hopping haunt on the L. A. clubscape. "When we drove by and saw this place, we just started screaming.
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