The Liverpool Olympia is an old, slightly decrepit, very dirty music and event venue located just outside of Liverpool city centre.
Outside of the slums of LA, I've never in my life seen so many boarded-up houses and buildings and empty, grass-filled plots outside a cemetery as I've seen in Liverpool. Yet there's something about the dirty, unkempt streets that seems to pulse with energy. Not nearly as good as Brooklyn, but if you're in the UK, it's interesting to see.
The Liverpool Olympia continues this theme and doesn't disappoint. It's over-the-top, Victoriana gingerbread soffit and fascia, and it's gorgeously gilt gold and white finishings are completely contrasted with burnt orange walls straight out of the bar from the beginning of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
The floors are black, sticky and dirty, and the meandering, ten-minute walk to the bathrooms is filled with plastic-covered ancient sofas and chairs with cigarette burns and flower patterns your grandmother would covet.
Everything about this place is sad, worn-down and creepy. The vibe would perfectly suit a Halloween haunted house, or a Madonna concert. Something nightmarish.
The "food" offered was a metal stand the size of water closet consisting of mushy chips with curry sauce or "hot dogs" shaped like pigs intestines.
There are loads of bars -- three just on the floor where we were standing, and at least one on each balcony level. The prices for drinks are ridiculous -- £3.50 for a can of beer in a plastic cup -- but the service is so bad there, the waitress just dump your beer straight into the cup, resulting in over half a cup of foam, and no top up.
We saw The Specials there, and the concert was outstanding, despite the venue. For an even odder flavouring to the night, all of the bouncers were from Northern Ireland -- a privately hired-in company. OK. Two words that rhyme with Liverpool Olympia? Never again. read more