THE LOCATION: The club is located in the heart of the 3000, in one of Melbourne’s countless CBD alleyways. It’s a humble entrance next to a carpark – almost Los Angeles style in nature – and the alluring purple lights do little to prepare you for the snazzy and spacious venue inside. This is like the club version of the wardrobe in Narnia.
THE CLUB ITSELF: For too long, Melbourne nightlife has been riddled with the cliche that it’s all about rustic furniture, craft beer and chin-stroking hipsters. In comparison, Bond is slick, contemporary and has comfy leather couches to give your feet a rest after you shred the dancefloor with a flawless ‘Macarena’ routine. Endless bottles adorn the walls as decoration, and table service is an option – extra points for having carpet that wasn’t sticky. Salute to the dancers wearing sequin facial accessories, too.
THE CROWD: A welcome break from going to a Melbourne bar where everybody looks like Chet Faker. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, so have a scroll through the extensive gallery above for a whole fucking essay.
THE MUSIC: It is great to hear funky, bass-driven house music in the main room all night long, the boys from Winston Wolf got the crowd dancing until the early hours of the morning – then when you need a break from the house music and have an urge to get down to some hip hop you’ll find yourself heading to the smaller room and singing along to ‘Throw Some Mo’ by Rae Sremmurd (featuring a 10/10 Nicki Minaj hook and Thugger verse) with 10 lovely people you just met at the bar. It’s the sort of stuff that reinstates your faith in humanity.
THE DRINKS: Had a martini, it was great and we felt like a cast members of Sex & The City in the best way possible. Try it out sometime.
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