Description
Beneath Acme Bar, under the tables of people downing po-boys and catfish fingers, the tiny Ace of Clubs awaits. There is almost nothing inside it except some chairs, a stage, and bare black 'n' blue walls. Consequently, all focus is targeted at the band of the night, which ranges from pentagram-wielding shredders to scowling detuned headbangers to the screamo-incarnations of both. A disparate bunch of pop/punk/indie rockers punctuate this venue's show calendar, and the staunchly neutral interior is always ready to accommodate.
