I always liked hanging out with friends and listening to music but I can't dance. I used to do this sway like I could totally dance but was too cool (at least that's what I told myself it looked like - I also used to think I looked like an assassin waiting for his target to arrive if I got anywhere early) and I would only try to actually dance if I thought snogging was a potential outcome.
I'd way rather go see bands when I was a student in Edinburgh or themed music nights at various pubs and clubs in the city. It's also easy to forget how much fighting there was in Scottish clubs compared to the US. I mean of course it happens here but back there it was GUARANTEED. You'd see people reflexively cover and hold their beers when they sensed it was about to kick off. Even if you couldn't see or hear where the incident was festering you'd grab your pint instinctively. And yes it was always Begbie.
I moved to Bath in England after college and there wasn't exactly a big club scene but there was a notorious beloved and almost literal shithole nicknamed "Bog Island" (edit. Yaaasssss
https://www.flickr.com/photos/brizzlebornandbred/28662294444. ) because it was a converted part subterranean Victorian toilet complex. We'd go there when we were desperate to meet girls, ANY girls, little realizing that the sentiment was mutual.
San Francisco had 1014 Folsom and the creepy place that served breakfast to the zombie clubbers. I once saw the (American) boss of a famous and respectable foreign company get off his face on illicit snacks there and become the Warning Chris Rock tried to give us.