Ooh, la–di–dah. Modern dance pirouettes? Tracy Emin? Contemporary Hungarian mime? Pretentiousness at its most insidious, this place stands out like a sore thumb. The ridiculously overlit bar floods its cooler and less ostentatious neighbours in the North Laines; even the frontage is painted bright red to draw attention to itself. Edgy culture's all well and good, but really, this place is so far up its own, you should throw it a wide curve.