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Intrepid Grot

August 13, 2008

Intrepid Fox,
No one likes to be the guy who says, ‘I only the early albums’ or ‘they don’t make them like they used to’. But this is often a fact, and needs to be said by angry people who were there first, and know that it’s not as good as it was.
The Intrepid Fox used to be a cool non-touristy goth/metal pub in Soho. On relocating to under centre point it has become a horrible junkie/poser freakshow - the equivalent of somewhere trendy in Shoreditch with fashion-concerned Vice mag wannabes. Only in black.
It’s always packed, very loud, very hot and has a level of dirt that is not endearing in the rock way that some places get away with.
That said, you may read this and salivate at the prospect of reasonably priced snakebite in a dark and ominous sweatbox with people looking you up and down like Marilyn Manson does Ugly Betty and queuing for ten million years to wee round needles and vomit. I’d rather Wetherspooons it. Ace.
Also, because Time Out deigned to call it ‘well cool’ in an attempt to be all alternative n’that, it is now packed with German business men who own ‘Orll Ze Metallica albumz’ and want to get cunted on a work trip.

Tags: rock pubs