the concession stands inside this boxing arena turned music venue for mostly shoegaze bands only serve soft drinks, coffee, and cup soup. while the experience of a cup soup at a Godspeed You! Black Emperor gig is enough aesthetic violence as-is, what you REALLY need to do is walk out the back door of the venue into what can only be described as a parish hall hastily converted into a bar complete with teen disco lighting, buy the last €6 rum and coke you'll probably ever see in your life, and then walk through the tunnel back to your early 30s. the bar at the National Stadium exists in an entire other world to any other aspect of any other music venue I get to see anymore. the past is a foreign country and I feel like I need a passport and a visa to buy a bottle of Smirnoff Ice here.