Public Records: A Hi-Fi Oasis in the Concrete Jungle

It’s been a decade since I last went on a night out in New York City. Which is to say, I’d never really clubbed here. But that changed on a spring Saturday when I set foot in Public Records, a venue I had long bookmarked from across the Atlantic. As someone based in Barcelona, where clubs like Les Enfants are second homes, I was curious to see if a New York venue could offer the same magic: great sound, a warm dancefloor, and an eye for music that makes people move. Interview with Tim Sweeney: “Human curation means taking risks algorithms can’t.” First Impressions: Butler Street’s…