Metros
A night at Metro's is a bit like your first cigarette. It's exciting, almost intrepid, smelly, dirty and leaves a bad taste in your mouth – teenage kicks and nostalgia all the way. Within minutes of entering you'll find yourself jumping around to malevolent ska and nu metal anthems with a crowd of sub–human teenagers. Cheap, brash and drunkenly forgettable. Guaranteed to give you all over body cringing flashbacks the next morning.


