I'm not taking poetic license when I say fetid; due a poorly sealed manhole in the back hallway to the restrooms, large amounts of incense are burned to deaden the smell of sewer gas. The dance floor was not particularly large, and perhaps two dozen people could dance at a time. Space was at quite a premium; while I usually will circulate standing in clubs, here I had no choice.
All that said, I had a wonderful time and the crowd is quite devoted. The music was good, and it's hard to hate a goth club that serves absinthe. My strategy of wearing a band shirt of an act that hasn't ever been to Ireland paid off by serving as a useful conversation piece. Definitely worth spending the evening and a handful of euros.