Anything resembling politeness goes out the window in the train stations of London on a Friday night. A feeble grandmother would probably get pushed down to her death on the escalators if she dared stand to the left, the space meant for people in a hurry. Me, A and her best friend J headed to the Roundhouse in Camden for the Kerrang! Relentless Tour. As I told H when we got home, the price was right, lots of music for the money but to me it was all crap. I saw lots of bored parents hanging out in the back of the venue. The girls had fun and I amused myself with some photography.
The venue has a history and as you can see from the pictures, it is appropriately named.