Bash not only has the music to bring change to the arena, but it has style as well, making it a lethal dose of competition for similar clubs in the Denver area. A huge, black, and fully stocked bar stands in the middle of the spacious first room, if one enters from Blake Street, which is lined with small tables and stools for those who either need a good rest or a good drink. Covered with a screen, the onlookers enjoy watching the silhouettes of the go-go dancers positioned on blocks upon the dance floor. There are also TVs that show a computer-generated video display of the night s activities found at each end of the bar. Upon entering the dance floor, the patron is confronted with a storm of sights and sounds.
Music explodes out of big speakers that surround the floor.
Lights flash and revolve around the spacious center area where patrons undulate their bodies to the thunderous rythm of the electronic sounds. A very large video screen that flashes the same images of patrons, go-go dancers, and the DJ that is shown in the bar, sits on top of the DJ booth that faces the dance floor. A sparkling fiber optics display oozes across the vast ceiling. Every 10 to 15 minutes, give or take, a noxious cloud of smog rolled out from underneath the DJ booth across the dance floor from a smoke machine, making it difficult to see at times, as well as breathe. However, when it thinned out, the billow of smoke created a sexy haze that enveloped the dancers that moved and swayed on the dance floor and inspired a similar mood throughout the club.