According to local legend, in a punk-as-fuck move, the loft’s raver-squatters only throw parties on Friday nights, when, according to Shabbat laws, their Hasidic neighbors can’t use electricity to call the cops and complain. Named after the 1974 film Space Is the Place, this near-mythical loft sits on an isolated stretch of industrial Brooklyn where Detroit DJ Mike Huckaby once played a reel-to-reel session of Sun Ra tapes as skaters whizzed by on a hand-built ramp on the roof. The roving party has since taken over a cavernous bar in the outskirts of Queens, a former office building in East Williamsburg, and Market Hotel, where they teamed up with local music label the Bunker to throw a now-infamous rager for 36 hours straight. Unter has a cult following among Bushwick’s rave freaks, but, really, it’s for everyone with a weakness for pummeling European techno and unhealthy sleep schedules. Unter is German for “under,” and it doesn’t get much more underground than this bare-bones techno after-party, which began a year ago in the dank concrete basement of a Bushwick café. Monthly at various locations, 2am-9am $15-$20
