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Crash Mansion boasts the magic number 350. That is, 350 people can squeeze in to see their favorite unsigned band before the fire marshal shows up. This level of intimacy— somewhere between Bowery Ballroom and Mercury Lounge— bodes well, however the club’s programming is not yet up to the par set by its LES neighbors. The large L-shaped wood bar, lit from underneath, is set atop stone slabs that pop up elsewhere in the classier-than-expected design scheme (as columns or exposed walls). Squint and it can seem as debaucherously cozy as an après-ski jam in Aspen, open your eyes too wide and it all feels very Upstate. The performance space is expansive, but low-ceilinged, lined on one side with brown leather sofas and three booths in the back. Cocktail tables are set up for less raucous acts and industry showcases. As always, the crowd depends on the band. The best bet is Friday’s rock showcase Between A Rock And A Hard Place, which gained a young following at defunct club Plaid. — Andrew Paine Bradbury