This place could be pretty cool, but every time I come here the music makes me want to rip my ears off with my bare hands and stick a rusty screwdriver into my ear canal, permanently rendering my sense of hearing useless. This may appear at first a grand exaggeration, but please allow me to elaborate. At this moment, yes, I'm typing this review within remedys' formerly friendly confines, but I assure you this is not a rushed or irrational review. In this moment I'm listening to the song "Barbie Girl" for the second time within fifteen minutes. Surely this man is overreacting you may think. Perhaps it has been one singular evening of poorly selected songs on the jukebox. Taste in music is subjective you may gather. But I assure you, fellow yelpers and citizens of Las Vegas/Henderson borders in search of a first rate local bar, you must continue the search. At remedys you will be regularly treated to top 40 music and the forgotten top 40's of yesteryear. Am I a snob for not wanting to hear Katy Perry's enlightening composition titled "Firework" whilst at a dive bar trying to forget about the burdens of everyday life with my friends? I think not. Try for yourself. Be delighted with the sounds of Meghan Trainor and Ed Sheeran as you toss back a few pints. You might love it. For me, I shall never return. Goodbye and so long, Remedys.