Volume Night Club

We came here during SXSW to catch some music with friends. The interior is pretty unremarkable compared to the rest of the clubs of this type — but it was a good venue for a small show. It reminded me a little of Sky for some reason, but Sky was MUCH cooler. The band we came to see (Beast) rocked, and the rest of the bands were at least… interesting and unique, if not entertaining. The chairs on the patio really need to be replaced, they’re the normal plastic white patio chairs you see everywhere but they were buckling — and I swear, my friends and I are pretty much normal sized, not hulks!
The drink prices were a little odd — it was 4 dollars well whiskey and coke, but SEVEN dollars for jim beams? And they had no diet coke — I don’t even think they were out of it, they just don’t have it period. Some of us have to watch our girlish figures AND get drunk, thanks!
I wouldn’t refuse to come here, but I don’t think I’d seek it out. I’d definitely not spend a whole evening here because I’d probably want to be drinking elsewhere, but it would be fun pop in for a bit to see a show/​dance/​etc.

The Volume at Volume Night Club was turned up relatively high during SXSW, and the din came pouring out onto sixth from this latest incarnation of the space due east of Emo’s. The look of the place on the inside is relatively unchanged from it’s prior makeups: low-​slung bar curving around the downstairs to your right as you enter, stage lower level left, some sort of odd cage thing (they had chosen, strangely, to make this a «blogging station» during the Dell Lounge stuff), and a series of couches and causeways upstairs for a better look onto the stage below.
We saw the Liam Finn set here, and the acoustics were certainly passable, though it’s worth mentioning that as it was 92 degrees outside, the few wispy fans upstairs weren’t cutting it (I’m talking about actual fans here, not rock fans). The place is a little dingy inside, the kind of joint you likely wouldn’t wanna see with the lights on, and it seems to change titles more often than mojo. And while this day whatever name it chose to go by suited us just fine, it’s never been a destination spot. Just an extra cobblestone on your way down the road.