When travelling to and from London, it’s always best to prepare yourself for transport delays of epic proportions. Still, it’s a worthwhile place to visit, especially, if like me, you have a gig waiting for you in the evening.
For those of you familiar with my blog, you will have seen my previous post about the wonderful Natural History Museum and will know how much of a special place in my heart it holds. It’s probably no surprise, therefore, to see another post about the city, from a more nightlife perspective.
From Eastbourne, London is just over an hour on a train, which, during the day, usually runs on time. Nighttime, however, is a different story which I can talk more about later.
For a group ticket, you’re looking at no more than £13 a ticket for a return which is more than affordable for a day out in the big English capital.
My group had a particular event in mind on our journey: the Bring Me The Horizon gig we’d been waiting for since we booked it at the whopping price tag of over £40 just over a month ago.
For those of you who don’t know, BMTH is a heavy metal band, famous for their artistic lyrics which feature a lot of heavy mental health undertones. They are a band truly screaming at life’s problems but in such a relatable way, it’s hard not to like them.
If heavy metal is not your scene then it’s probably best to avoid the band, however, our friend Lucy is not a fan but still managed to have a blast in our group’s company.
Heavy metal gigs have always held a special place in my heart, as they remind me of being a teenager, going to rock gigs with my friends. We’d mosh the night away and show up to school the next day and show each other our battle scars and share our stories of lost shoes.
I personally, had never been to Alexandra Palace before but what an absolute nightmare to get to from Victoria station!
The underground and a bus service later and we were finally in the queue.
As this is a blog that focuses on fashion as well as Travel, I thought I’d mention what gig ready outfit I was wearing: a pair of black skinny jeans from Matalan, a long sleeved but thin black and white feather print tee from Religion Clothing, as well as my bright purple hoody from the H&M men’s department (as they had all the fun colours). I paired it with my chunky heeled black ankle boots for added protection for my feet since times before wearing converse trainers have ended in stamped on toes which, let’s be honest, no one wants.
Alexandra Palace is a totally different experience to other gig venues. As you enter, the room opens up into a foyer of bars and food stalls, with faux grass in the centre for sitting. It has a festival vibe and you could easily waste the night away out here, talking with friends.
As a small warm up while we were consuming our beverages, a young lady came onto the makeshift grass stage and began her drum solo to a few popular songs. It was a nice touch and so different from other gigs I’ve been to.
Finally, we turned our attention to the main stage and entered the crowd to watch Fever 333, a band which had very Rage Against The Machine vibes and was incredibly fun to mosh to.
Unfortunately, I was out of practice and did get an elbow to the chin but I was having so much fun that I didn’t notice until I left the circle pit to rejoin my friends.
In true theatrical fashion that only a heavy metal band can present, BMTH arrived with flashing lights and column bursts of dry ice to the song Mantra and everyone lost control, dancing and jumping to the drums.
Surprisingly, there were less mosh pits during BMTH’s set in comparison to Fever 333 but there felt more love in the audience for the lyrics than anything else.
Typically though, Sam and I ended up in the thick of it, and somehow without him, I was pushed forward until I reached the barrier and was mere feet away from the lead singer: Oli Sykes. Obviously overjoyed, I persevered through the squeezing and jumping as the crowd molded together and felt the euphoria kick in.
Unfortunately, remembering the journey here, I knew I had limited time at the front before I’d have to leave and rejoin my friends at the back. But the brief time spent there was fantastic.
Having to leave before the crowds was a nice change, although slightly disappointing, but it meant we found it relatively easy to get back to the station with plenty of time, enough to pick up a Burger King before climbing onto the midnight train.
The night was tainted as the train had been replaced at Brighton with a bus service, meaning our usual hours commute was now likely to be extended considerably.
Finally, Jordan and I got home at 3 am and after two pints of water, we collapsed into a heap in bed, achey and sore from the evening’s endeavours.
Still, I would highly recommend it and if you get the chance to see Ally Pally for yourself then I would say it’s a place to visit, at least once in your life, especially if you’re craving that festival vibe without the effort of having to travel halfway across the country to do so.
Until next time.