Oxymorons can be either cheekily funny (jumbo shrimp; marijuana initiative) or flat-out galling (elementary calculus; can we work a little harder on this marijuana initiative?). Since "expensive rock club" definitely falls under the latter, get rocked for less at Rockhouse Bar & Nightclub
Fronting the Imperial Palace on the Strip, Rockhouse is a 2000 sq ft, power-chord-friendly industrial playground pitting brick walls, tire swings, and metal-barrel tables against a platoon of plasmas, a disco ball, and over-sized bird cages the lady bar-staff dangles from/dances inside when not dumping booze in patrons' mouths while perched atop the bar. The signature fuel's the daiquiri (margarita, hurricane, "190 Octane"...), which sounds more Billy Ocean than Motley Crue 'til you see the awesomely stupid vessels they're served in: 80oz life-sized guitar-shaped novelty cups, sold brimming with poison for $32 apiece (five 16oz'ers anywhere else'd run you $40-$50), plus $20 refills for those seeking to get completely gui-tarded. Weekend day-drinking (10am-6pm) includes two-for-one wells, domestic bottles, and $5 shots; meanwhile, anytime bottle service runs from $195 to $255 for premiums, about 30% cheaper than similar Vegas joints -- because the not-rich also need to compensate for terrible personalities
Since Vegas is as lax about open containers as it is about...other things, Rockhouse has a Strip-facing to-go bar, from which even the guitars can be had -- though elementary calculus tells us that comically proportioned drinking containers make shrimps look even less jumbo.