Music Zone

Trekking up the enormously steep stairwell to Music Zone, you'd be forgiven for thinking that the light at the end of the tunnel might produce a choir of angels. In fact it's more like an out of tune high school grunge band. The big, butch bouncer on the door is a security step too far for a glorified shed. Don't get us wrong, it's stuffed full of cheap as chips albums by all the greats and not–so–greats, with a few cut–price DVDs to tempt you as well, but it's not really as cost–cutting as some other music caverns in the city. Music Zone, but hardly music heaven.

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