LIV encapsulates entertainment, expensive and expansive as nightclubs in Miami can be. As a breed of club for the twenty-first century, it’s all these things and more, but perhaps due to its home at the Fontainebleau it is a touch too glossy and corporate. That’s not to say that a certain level of raucousness can’t be attained here. The premises are indeed stunning, taken in as you descend the branched arcing staircase like the royalty you imagine you are (remember to bow down to the DJ in his turntable fortress in the centre). The cavernous space is capped with a big top/planetarium dome ceiling radiating light, and which supports the killer metal spider that holds the high-tech lighting scheme and random glitter globes. Open cubes frame visiting VIPs high above the masses, who move absentmindedly to the succession of Ozzy remixes, pop and hip-hop that emanates from the ridiculously complex sound system.