New Society

Fleet Street is often associated with smoky pool rooms, shooter bars and kitsch 70’s bars, but tucked away at the top end is a real gem.The club Society, according to the promoter blurb is “a palace of dance & decadence.”
Admittedly I was surprised by the decor, expecting another warehouse, I found a very smart club with ash flooring and brick walls. This wasn’t Liverpool, more New York apartment.
Whisked upstairs by a very large trannie called the Countess I found the atmosphere buzzing. Society resident Dj Les Calvert was warming the crowd with a mixture of house and vocals, a far cry from the current trend for all things hard and fierce. On the right of the Dj box was a cage which housed what appeared a very demure sheep ironing underwear! I liked it already. Spaced over two floors, Society has edge. Tonight was mixed and clubbers can chill out upstairs to peer, letch or buzz, whatever their persuasion maybe.
This was the first night Society played host to a guest Dj from Gods Kitchen. Chris Anslow followed Calvert superbly and the night felt like these two had been playing together for years. Was this planned or was it sheer Djmanship? Suddenly the main podium was cleared and a London transport bus stop erected. I start to question whether its still clubland...then a John Steed lookalike appears looking at the crowd in astonishment.The crowd love it - they’re not as cool as Steed and certainly perspire more. What next? Two human size mice jump onto the podium and chase our hero off. A very eccentric sideshow which doesn’t involve tits or arse.
Society shows promise, but being so new it probably hasn’t found its feet yet. People seem happy at the end of the night and swear they will be coming back for more.