Obviously you have to start with Bradley’s Spanish Bar. A dilapidated two-story booze dungeon, Bradley’s is notorious but too legitimately insalubrious to qualify as any kind of tourist attraction. The jukebox itself, an NSM Prestige, is as old as time itself, and, despite having a lot of pap on it, houses a few gems including Lord Creator, Marvin Gaye, Joe Jackson and the great Eartha Kitt.
The Lexington, near King’s Cross, is a cool pub for cool people to hang out at and do cool things. As well as a great range of American craft beers, this place also has a jukebox which, although it appears unremarkable, is rammed full of cutting-edge, Pitchfork-approved releases by the likes of Thee Oh Sees, No Age, TV On The Radio and Death From Above 1979. Oh, and unlike most places, your selection is boomed out over a proper sound system.
Sun Ra and Jimi Hendrix posters, vinyl played over record players, a roaring fire in the winter and a whole upstairs room (complete with comfy sofas) dedicated to a jukebox full of classic 7″. Yes, The Three Kings in Clerkenwell is a nice place. The music on offer is varied but the place’s USP as far as we’re concerned is its collection of obscure tracks from 1960s mod and soul bands, including The Zombies, Harold Melvin and The Bluenotes.
Raise the horns. Bang your head. Drink some whiskey. Nod appreciatively at Master Of Puppets’ peerless dual-guitar solo. Soho’s Crobar is a heavy metal institution and its jukebox is stacked with loads of lovingly curated mix CDs that provide a surprisingly eclectic musical mishmash. Not up for Morbid Angel’s Lord of All Fevers And Plague? They also have Free and David Bowie!
What The Boogaloo‘s jukebox lacks in original musical content it makes up for with sheer Coke-float, neon sexiness. A reproduction of the classic 1940s Wurlitzer model, the thing is full of perfectly serviceable hits by the likes of The Pogues, Max Romeo and The Rolling Stones. The pub itself is a find too, acting as it does as a kind of hub for the Archway alt-music scene. You did know there was an Archway alt-music scene, didn’t you?
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An international festival of light
Dinner in a decommissioned 1967 underground carriage
Half-price brunch and a HUGE fried chicken burger