Ain't Nothin But The Blues Bar

"If the primary reason you hate clubs is the likelihood of spending a prolonged period in someone’s armpit, then move along. Ain’t Nothin But The Blues is a slip of a space in Soho that tends to be packed full of people who sincerely love B.B. King and you’ll likely be within sniffing distance of several strangers. Still, it’s so worth it for a night of live jazz where you can either fight for a seat by the stage or crack out your best pseudo saxophone solo after midnight most nights of the week." - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna, daisy meager, heidi lauth beasley

"This might come as a surprise, but Ain’t Nothin’ But The Blues is in fact, a blues bar. Just off of Oxford Circus, this beloved little spot is always crowded, always loud, and always a damn good time. Every single night they have live music and if you get here early enough you’ll be able to grab one of the best seats in the house, directly in front of the stage. Expect sticky floors, strong rum and cokes, and a whole lot of elbow-to-elbow dancing come late." - Heidi Lauth Beasley, Jake Oliver

"Ain’t Nothin’ But The Blues is a seriously fun bar just off of Carnaby Street in Soho. Granted, it’s a pretty small space that tends to become very crowded as all of the other local bars and clubs empty out on weekdays, but there’s nowhere else like it in London. Every night there’s a live band singing blues classics, couples perched on the tables in front of the stage with double rum and cokes in hand, and a group of businessmen that accidentally wandered in and are having the most fun they’ve had since their third kid came along. If you happen to find yourself here at midnight on a Wednesday night and it’s entirely packed, then head outside to the smoker’s area to watch the live band projected on their neighbour’s wall. Whether you end up sat in front of the stage, dancing at the bar, or chatting in the smoker’s area, you’re pretty much guaranteed a good night." - Heidi Lauth Beasley