This isn’t a sterile arena. This is a place with personality. It has scars. It has echoes of bear fur and BBC microphones.
You can stand exactly where a punk rocker spit on the crowd in 1977. Or where a magician pulled a rabbit out of a hat in 1965. It’s a time machine.
It’s fun because it doesn’t take itself too seriously. But it takes the music dead seriously.
Essential Tips for Your Visit
Arrive early. The queue snakes around the block, and the best balcony spots vanish fast. Don’t be that person stuck behind a pillar.
Grab a drink at the Green Room bar downstairs before the show. It’s cheaper. And the floor isn’t as sticky. Yet.
Most importantly: look up. The ceiling is ornate. It’s a reminder that you’re in a cathedral of rock.
