By: Jonas Barnes Summer in NYC is a magical time. The clouds part, the locals wipe the sleep out of their eyes and the city comes alive in a way that you don’t get to see any other time of the year. The sun-drenched beaches fill with hard bodies, bikini-clad

Hell to the yes. What were you doing 18 years ago? If your answer is “germinating in a womb” or “reading The Baby-sitters Club,” this is not for you. But if you were at the club, grooving to K.M.F.D.M. and Nitzer Ebb in guyliner and fishnets, read on. Death Guild,