This is, without a doubt, totally five-story-staffed-with-restroom-attendants megaclub house music; semester-in-Europe house music; halter-topped, quick-strobed, smoke-machine hands-in-the-air house music. Which is to say, big dumb fun, slightly ritzy and totally common. It reminds me of the black velvet couches those places always have-nice because velvet rocks, but nasty because everyone and their drunk ass has passed out on ’em at some point. If blandly cheery mega-music is your thing, you’ll get it in mega-spades here. I’d rather go sulk in a dark corner and pine for weirdness laced with a little complexity and a lot of grime.