A Shoreditch haunt that used to be a rehearsal studio for incredibly edgy indie bands who sported neon leg hugging jeans, with soap behind their ears. It's the kind of place where drummers would earnestly self combust while the lead singers girlfriend films the smokey scene on a Super 8. A later incarnation saw it as a retro speakeasy with slutty vixens in 40s style curve hugging animal print underwear. Fragrant pussy galore. More recently it's opened it's doors to the uber glam club night CIRCUS. It's hot, sweaty, and bang in central 'ditch land and is bound to be appropriately disgraceful. What ever the night, get there early. It's so underground we don't know if it's still managed by the On The Rocks gangsters (from just accross the road). At time of jotting this description down we couldn't source a website other than Myspace circa 2009. The mobile number we've put down is for a chap called Alan who might still run the joint. We love the mystery. I'm going to dress up as Pam Hogg and head there now.