Sonar

Eyes should be kept peeled for the nondescript warehouse in the middle of a semi-shady block housing one of Baltimore's most firecely attended (and fierecely debated) venues. Some say the tempature, smell, sightlines and security leave room for debate, but some people say a lot of things, and other people don't give a shit. Truth be told, place packs 'em in night after night, and you'll end up seeing someone there, because as far as B-town venues go, this is one of the more important ones. So what if it's just a warehouse with a soundsystem? It ain't pretty, but it gets the job done.