Nothing's worse than an empty dance floor, except maybe stubbing a toe, and neither is much of a concern at Lo. Lo is tiny -- holds 57 people -- so small that the clubbier amongst the party crowd may guffaw at its tiny-ness. But emptiness shouldn't be measured in quantity but in density. Huge dance floor with twenty people on it is a sad thing; an itsy Twister-sized floor holding twenty souls is a goddamn party, especially when the music's deep and the rhythm spits out of the speakers and nails your whole body with one big bass punch. Lo's good for that. The DJs play a lot of house these days on the weekends, some drum & bass and techno and retro on the weeknights. And if the DJ's feeling it, Lo is as hopping as any little club in the hippest corner of the world. Take a recent five-fucking-hour set by this city's best club DJ, Astroboy. We only caught the last three hours, and they were a beast. If there's a flaw in Lo's design, it's the wooden floor booths, which are hell on the ass and back and are considered a form of torture in some countries. But you don't go to a dance club to sit. You go to dance, and at Lo it's a pleasure.
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