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The Delancey is structured in descending madness, not unlike Dante's Inferno. The roof bar is an idyllic green deck of palm trees and picnic tables, a perfect purgatory for happy hour and amiable heathenry. The main level is a dark dance floor where scantily clad DJs spin pop and house for the preppy, well-to-do sinners. And the basement is a steamy, cavernous hole with gleefully abhorrent punk bands and discounted lukewarm beer. So, it should go without saying, you want to head straight for the underground--as Bart Simpson once said, "All the best bands are affiliated with Satan."