Clubbed To Death

Two men. One Dream. No Clue.

Andy Brennan feels fate dealt him a bad hand. Trapped in a job he hates, he can pinpoint exactly where things began to go wrong. It was when Melody Maker closed down.
When Andy’s father suddenly dies of a lifelong Scottish diet, his grieving son decides it’s time to make his mark on the world and create his own musical utopia.

So he and his brother-in-law Cornelius, an eternal opponent of common sense, buy a nightclub. But not just any nightclub. One in a small post-industrial Scottish city. With a highly suspect safety record. That has never made a profit. And keeps shutting down and re-opening under a new name. And during the worst economic downturn since the 1930s.

But Cornelius has somehow discovered the world’s greatest undiscovered disc spinner – the soon-to be- famous DJ Quantum – and identified that structural investment, refurbishment etc all play second fiddle to buying the world’s biggest mirrorball. If you build it, they will come. Provided by “they” you mean organised crime syndicates, an adverse local press, Savile-worshipping DJs, pseudo-intellectual bouncers and borderline-sex-pest barmen, that is.

Welcome to Club Quantum, where mind-melting music expands horizons like a demented cross between the Hacienda and Haight-Ashbury. But sandwiched between the bus station and homeless shelter in Dundee.