Dom is so new they were still shifting furniture around when we paid the entrance fee for the evening’s latest DJ. The club itself looks like squatters have taken over an empty industrial space: it’s nothing but concrete, a simple bar and a “VIP” room that’s more of a smoking lounge than a perch for the privileged. The sparseness here works; the focus is on the rotating DJs (we got to see the hilariously named Hungry Hungry Models) and nothing more.