An underground jazz club pulses beneath rain-soaked streets at 3am, a holographic vocalist with glowing cybernetic veins croons into a vintage microphone while a mechanical brass section plays autonomously, swirling volumetric smoke from dry ice machines interweaves with steam from hot drinks, brass and copper pipes line exposed brick walls illuminated by single amber stage lights, a solitary patron in a trench coat sips neon-labeled whiskey at the bar, low-angle wide shot capturing noir atmosphere in forgotten subterranean sanctuary, Blade Runner meets classic jazz age ambiance, hyper-detailed 8k resolution, cinematic composition