This cool urban hip-hop boutique club, located smack in the heart of The Cannery at Clarke Quay, screams attitude and unconventional chic. Enter this adult playground and be engulfed by life-size toy collectibles on display, walls of street art specially customised by renowned Melbourne artist, Meggs, and get surrounded by essential dashes of bling in this club. Hit the dance floor with award winning resident DJ's, turntable maestro DJ Tang, scratch master DJ Rattle, Groove machine DJ Will, and guest MCs to make every night at Rebel an absolutely heart-thumping experience. Brace yourself for a night of pure showmanship and immense talent, bound to blow your minds (and speakers away.)
Heading to the dancefloor proved to be the worst decision I could have made that night - because it was so crowded, there was simply no space for my friends and I to move around. What made it worse was that my friends and I were getting touched everywhere by people we didn't know (again perhaps because there was simply no breathing space at all?).
Towards the end of the night, fights started to break out between groups of guys and that was the "breaking point" for us - we left the club early, disappointed because this wasn't our idea of a fun night out at all, and we were upset that it was both a waste of time and waste of money.
As much as I liked the choice of songs played, I would not even consider coming back simply because of the crowd.
I went there again and gave rebel a second chance. However, love was still not sweet the second time around. It was more spacious yet less "clubber" like. The music stayed the same where they play the popular R&B sounds that everyone, mostly the youths, can relate to. But it was not as surround sound like the former Rebel.
I actually prefer yellow jello, the establishment Rebel replaced. I love the live rock bands that literally "rock" your eardrums and you can also make song requests to the resident bands.
The crowd here knows how to enjoy themselves, and how to dance. While the girls here might not be well dressed or the guys here may not know how to dance, everyone made up for it for their enthusiasm and wildness. The R&B mix here is pretty good too, half the time, you would be grooving to some cool beats and the mix stays good for about two or three hours. The entry fee here is affordable for students too.
To me, Rebel sets the standards for the clubbing scene in Singapore, it is the club to go to have fun in.
Fights don't often take place here as compared to the likes of Butter Factory or St. James. This is something that attracted me to it in the first place. However, space may be a tad limited as compared to other clubs out there. If you are looking for a place where you have your own little spot to groove and move to the music, this might not be your thing. However, I personally feel that the atmosphere here is much friendlier than your usual club.
Spend a couple of hours here at least for once before judging for yourself.
Rebel was the first club I’ve had the honor to go to after a long hiatus from clubbing. I was with just a female friend, and we were too early. It was Tertiary Thursday at 11pm and the place was so empty you began to wonder why you came and how did you go wrong. Alright bad lyrical jokes aside, me and said friend was pretty high from the pre-alcohol already so we decided to just head to the dance floor. No one around to be embarrassed to anyway!
Apparently 2 self-made, semi-drunk chicks were all it needed to kick start the night. People started popping in left and right, all the lazy patrons who were just drinking started dancing and it was a good night of great music (DJ Rattle is a god) and new friendships (beware of bad pickup lines – drunk us were too high to be a good judge) and more tequila shots (alcohol is the answer to everything).
I think Rebel’s slogan should be “go in strangers, come out best friends”. I woke up to a sudden influx of new numbers in my phone but neither me nor my girlfriend remembered who they are specifically so they all got erased. One thing was for sure though – we remembered we had the night of our lives.
That one harrowing experience was enough for me to never want to go back there and always walk right past it without a blink whenever I am in Clarke Quay.
There is absolutely no space to dance on the dance floor, and the crowds spill into the drinking areas. I have to admit, the music is pretty good though, with Top 40 hits playing in a bid to get the party started.
However, be warned: horny guys are at every single corner! Be expected to feel a hand or two around a certain part of your body, especially in such a tight, confined, dark space. Going with guys does not really make much of a difference, because there will always be a sly hand slipping between the cracks of your male "bodyguard" shields, trying to get some.
Clubbing is supposed to be fun, carefree and safe. However, I feel none of the above when I am at Rebel.
This is definitely not the place to go to sit and chat with your friends!
The entire dance floor is occupied, and you would really have to squeeze your way into the dance floor!
Drink a little outside as the drinks in there is kinda expensive, and you'd barely have space to sit and drink.
I went there on Wednesday which was a ladies night, which may explain why it is more crowded.
Also, on ladies night, Rebel is combined with Zirca, so pay one price and get to enjoy both clubs! Quite nice on the wallets!
Bring along a group of friends who are ready to just party the entire night away.
Do something crazy, something wacky.
Ignore those touchy guys who're only there to touch, Chat up a few other fun and nice people, enjoy the dance floor with your friends!
That's pretty much all that you could do there for.... a few hours.
It'd not be an ideal place to spend an entire night at. It gets too hot, too stuffy, and too boring.
Be prepared to club hop.
Music wise, I thought they could be better. The songs did not really get my adrenaline pumping and I guess the whole ambience contributed a lot to my horrible clubbing experience. Never went back again and I don't think I will anytime soon! I guess it is more worth it to go clubs like Zouk and Butter Factory, the all time favourites!
From pretentious prepubescents to NS men deprived of gratification in a particular area, most of the clientele boasted is marginally depressing; but understandable for a "boutique club". The impetus is not strong enough to make me consider leaving, however, I doubt many would take kindly to prickly buzz cut jabs in the eye.
I strongly discourage patronizing this club if out with females in the group as you inevitably become the defender of modesty and honor from carelessly placed hands which demand the benefit of doubt simply due to the air-tight seal in between bodies on the dance floor.