Market Hotel

Sweaty hotbed of plastic cups and man shorts. D.I.Y. music venue spans Brooklyn indie gauntlet -- from shoe to navel gazing. Catch that new hardcore⁄doo–wop⁄math rock band before they implode. Tucked under the JMZ tracks in headband–happy Bushwick and up some shady stairs. No frills triangular performance space vast enough to get crunk, not cramped, yet sufficiently intimate to throw your beer on the drummer. All–ages all the time. Hit unisex bathroom with that girl in the Japanther tee at your own risk.