Coma Club is Denmark’s crown jewel of clubs ! Coma is wild and our guests appreciate that. Please party with respect for our dress code and each other.
Back in the late 80’s, the COMA CLUB revolutionised parties/club nights in Copenhagen. As a counter-reaction to the boring and predictable discotheque culture – with its built-in fear of good dance music. The lucky ones who slipped through the eye of the needle were encased in to this inferno of hot dance floors, side by side with other imaginative existences. A hybrid culture across social scales, races and sexual beliefs. Eg. the guy in the suit that was sewn with milk cartons. Or the 100kg heavy girl dressed only in garter belts. A melting pot of hedonism, clothing, music and madness. A collective unit where the password was: HAPPY.
COMA’S dancing guests underwent an almost magical transformation on their way through the promised door. For the COMA parties, it was about the extreme, to be free of the shackles. The music was exuberant, the dance floors were packed and there were many rooms to explore. It was well-planned chaos and madness that Kenneth Bager and the rest of the COMA team slam directly in the face of the Copenhageners. It was an instant success!
The door policy of the COMA parties was tight and an important part of the concept, reminiscent of studio 54 in New York a little decade earlier. Not only did the COMA Club cater to its crowd but it also succeeded in communicating that it was not about bling, credit cards, expensive designer clothes and the kind of silent unimaginative uniforms. It was about individualism, pushing the boundaries, being excited for a party and radiating it. It was about flirting, arousal and sex. An imaginative and colorful fashion show – textile creativity for full blowout. The COMA Club members participated and understood that they were an indispensable asset to the party. You never just participated in a COMA party, you were a part of it. A boundary breaking, real life theatre full of surprises, where imaginative play inspired the curiosity topped with a touch of madness.
It didn’t matter if you were rockstar material, a golden boy with the red Ferrari flashing his wealth with exuberance withouts a care in the world, or if you simply showed up 3 minutes past midnight, it didn’t matter.
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The COMA Club broke all boundaries of what you expected at a wild party. The parties were revolutionary because they took the usual perception of it and blasted it out of this world!
Yes, the rumors of the loose COMA parties reached many a metropolis in this world. There was even a band from Belgium named after “COMA CLUB”
Party promoters in the period after the very last of the legendary 80’s COMA parties were now subsequently exempt from concerns about whether their own events, underground celebrations, etc. had gone too far beyond the the boundary between the insane and the ‘out there’! The COMA bus had long smashed through the fence with a Kenneth Bager hanging upside down, bare chested, tights on and a little odd hat whilst track “KAOS!” was booming out of the speakers over a 120 decibels.
The COMA Club produces lots of epic and small moments, which for many people last for a long time. Eg. The story of the guy who had sewed suit from postcards, or the girl who came rolling in black scaffolding with huge full beard, plasters on her nipples and a little piquant cross between the legs. Also the environmentally friendly type that came out dressed like a living lawn, asking kindly: “Who has seen my lawnmower.” Or the girl who arrived at the door, pleasing the team in wearing only high heels and a home-made, extremely well-liked 100% transparent cellophane dress. At the entrance, she replied to Kenneth Bager’s enthusiasm with a dry and confident glimpse of the eye. “Then you should have seen how they were glowing in the bus …”