Alright Neumo's, what the hell is up with all the incense?

We've been in your friendly confines twice this week, and both times the distinct odor of Nag Champa has permeated the air. Now we know that the venue is undergoing renovations. We appreciate the addition of a second bar in the mainroom, and we're reserving judgment on the Bad Juju makeover until it's complete. But constantly burning hippie sticks is not a step in the right direction.

Perhaps it's a literal smokescreen, in an attempt to cover up an unpleasant odor. Uh no, we could still distinctly smell the crowd around us--all those delightful scents, like b.o. and nasty burps and farts. If it's not to mask the foul stench of humanity, what's the point? Look, when we go out, we don't want to come home smelling like an ashtray, and we certainly don't want to come home smelling like white-guy-with-dreads' dorm room.

So no more incense, and please don't start adding patchouli to the ventilation system. We just don't wanna have to avoid the club due to our severe allergy to hackysack.

Photo care of Flickr / user MargaretHall.