Wetlands's basement lounge is the seventh-and-a-half floor of local clubland—and not just because of the minimal headroom and occasional sense of shuffling among the zombies. Like the Village Vanguard, or even Yankee Stadium, the lounge is less a venue than a portal leading to a certain heady consciousness. This particular pipe shoots you directly into the brain of an audience member—Gehrovich! Gehrovich! Gehrovich!—before dumping you outside the nearby Holland Tunnel hours later. The dancing tends to be a little squirrelier down here than upstairs, the vibe a tad darker. And it's where a constantly replenished farm team of young bands sink or swim, in hopes of getting called up to the... More >>>