If you're planning a trip round London's alternative venues, Electrowerks on a Saturday night is a…read moredefinite recommendation. Housing the now world-famous Slimelight club every Saturday, people come from all over the globe to visit London's oldest goth, industrial and EBM night, now over twenty years young. Running from around 11pm on Saturday night to 7am the following Sunday morning, this isn't a club for the faint-hearted, with up to three floors playing a range of music from old school Sisters of Mercy, Fields of the Nephilim and Siouxsie and the Banshees, through to more modern hardcore industrial, techno and noise, such as Reaper, Noisuf-x and Aesthetic Perfection.
The building itself is an old warehouse, for that true industrial feel, so don't get dressed up in your finest if you're not prepared to have to put them through the wash soon afterwards, and each floor holds a dance floor, bar and toilets, as well as the ground floor giving access to an open area for smokers, housed within a warren of passageways and open spaces.
Officially, there's a membership scheme, allowing those who sign up for cards reduced price entry, and the ability to sign in new members. If you don't know anyone who's a member, then it's probably worth explaining it to the guys on the door, who, if you're dressed in the right attire, will probably let you in for full entry price anyway. The bar's quite reasonable, and sells a range of alcohol, soft drinks and sweets to keep those sugar levels going and you dancing well into the morning.
One small tip - if you're planning on making a full night of it, and going until they kick you out in the morning, you'd be well advised to bring sunglasses, as when you finally emerge in to the shining light of Sunday morning, from spending eight hours in a gloomy warehouse dancing your socks off, the sunlight's going to feel like God's own flashlight. Trust me - the shades really help here.
it's quite normal for regulars who don't feel like going to bed afterwards to go and find sustenance, or just somewhere to sit, and you'll frequently find a mixture of black-clad goths, studded rivetheads and day-glo cyberkids hanging around the coffee shops in Islington Green each Sunday morning. If you've had a decent night's sleep that night, best to be kind to them - that just might, one day, be you.