This basement livehouse inside the K11 art mall skips mall‑sterile for sand‑and‑palm‑tree tacky in the best way possible. Snake through food court corridors and into a subterranean “beach” — sand underfoot, Corona in hand — where weekend rock gigs, club nights, tarot sessions and oddball workshops all share the same sweaty floor. It’s not sleek, but it’s honest, mid‑sized, and exactly the kind of place emerging acts and unpretentious crowds gravitate toward.