The dancehall built atop a market where you can get anything from furniture to shoes to stolen cigarettes.
The venue that eclipses any other in Scotland, maybe the world.
THE place to see bands.
The bastion of music and dance in Glasgow’s east end. The timeless “Weegie” institution with low ceilings and ancient steps trodden for over a hundred years.
The echoes of the past and the feet to have hit the floor. The ghosts of Saturday nights spent “up the dancin’”.
The bouncing dance floor reverberating with the moshing crowd.
The ceiling that drips sweat on only the best of nights.