Saw most of the thing...
Those were clubs, all right, just not ones that I would go to even if you paid me... okay, maybe if you paid me and gave me enormous quantities of at least a half dozen heavy drugs to dull my sense of queasy boredom and to quell the bouts of laughter that would make it look like I was having a seizure, all the while trying to plug my ears ("The earplugs... they do NOTHING") to stop the assault of "music" that would come out of a can if it were to be somehow mutated into a physical form, or maybe in thin slices of orange substance covered in plastic wrappers, with the obvious misnomer of "Cheese" on the cover... music so bad, calling it cheese would be a positive exaggeration...