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 cheap as chips with a few cut-price DVDs, but not as cost-cutting as other music caverns in the city. Music Zone but hardly music heaven.

