Sightlines aren't an issue on the first half of the main floor at the new Brick / Photo by Carlos Gonzalez
Which was greater: The opening night kinks of the new Brick nightclub or the kinkiness of headliner Jane's Addiction?
The proudly provocative Jane's Addiction, 1990s alt-metal heroes whose frontman Perry Farrell started Lollapalooza, featured two bondage babes, a madman who abused dolls (and cut himself with a knife) and general decadence and lasciviousness. That was to be expected.
The first-night snafus were not expected from the Brick, operated by AEG Live, the world's second biggest concert promoter.
The new security guards were TSA-thorough, which was unnecessarily overzealous for a rock show attracting mostly 30- and 40-somethings who were well behaved. Couldn't AEG call an audible and realize something was wrong with people standing in the rain for an hour to get into a club? The AEG poobahs seemed about as slow to adjust as the Vikings' coaching staff at halftime. (Moreover, the doorman whom I asked a question was, in a word, unwelcoming.)
Hence, clubgoers entered in a foul mood as they walked through the too-small entry way, passed by the too-tiny one-window box office and climbed up the too narrow stairs.
With 2,000 rock fans, the Brick was so packed that traffic flow was an oxymoron. An even bigger issue is sightlines. If you weren't on the front half of the main floor or leaning over the railing in the balcony, you couldn't see the stage. (Does this sound like the same issues that Epic has? Hello.)
Good luck if you had to use the restroom. There are five urinals and two stalls total for men (between basement and balcony restrooms). That may meet city code but it doesn't measure up to the facilities at First Avenue, Epic or the Myth nightclub.