Let's be straight: clubbing in Prague can be a little hit and miss.
Every now and again a guest DJ comes to town but invariably you find the venue too big or too small, or somehow just lacking in a genuine feelgood atmosphere.
The indigenous scene is more intense and serious - perhaps humourless is the word - than a typical Ibiza-style experience.
This is not to be overly critical of Prague clubbing, which is its own unique entity, but simply to say that the Calvin Harris, Tommy Trash scene is not really practiced out here yet, perhaps explaining the problems mentioned above when it is attempted.
Considering Czechia neighbours Germany and is only a 12-hour drive to London, there is no real reason for this malaise.
The Czech Republic has the potential for being a clubbers paradise, with a history of outdoor festivals, large venues and a general Bohemian take on partying, i.e. not like your hardcore, robotic, thumping, slightly sinister Dutch/Grerman experience can be.
I've been living here for three years and have lately seen some very promising signs: with Carl Cox, Basement Jaxx, Human Traffic and others all coming in the last couple years. Even more come regularly now.
Now this mostly untapped potential has been realised over the past few year just 30 minutes from Prague in a town called Benešov. The club's name is KC Karlov. I have been there a few times so far and have actually been putting off writing this article for fear of causing a soul-stampeding bumrush. Now that the scene has matured, it's safe to share...
On returning to Prague from Benešov, one has that feeling of having discovered something frankly very cool. This is made all the better by the fact that while everyone else was sweating it out in Roxy, being bored closed to ears in Karlovy lázně or bopping to "comme ce comme ca" in Letna, you had seen top DJ's from The End and Fabric.
The venue is spot on: big pumping halls and small, more personal rooms all playing a wide variety of styles. (Unlike Booby Centrum with five-plus rooms and five-plus false DJ's all pretending to mix whilst a cassette recorder churns out the same dia tune.)
The feel is of a club and not of a temporarily altered warehouse. There is also no ludicrous token system which can single-handedly wreck an evening when you realize you are a bit under for your Red Bull and Vodka and the queue for the coats is at least two hours thus forcing the legendary Erektus compromise, inevitably triggering the nervous system to release excess saliva into your oral orifice, consequently inducing vomitus.
A peculiar scenario, but we've all been there.
The other benefits to KC Karlov's postion are that you escape Prague prices for food and accommodation - and the locals are nice and sweet unlike the often cold mood you find in Prague.