This shop is quite bizarre. First of all the front window is a quite a hodgepodge, from from plain stupid, pink, oversized, curly Fender rip-offs that no one will ever buy (think of Salvador Dali painting a guitar or someone going crazy with the stretch tool in Photoshop) to the most gorgeous, full-on, aluminium grilled, expensive Mesa/Boogie stacks that will cripple anyone's hearing on 2, never mind 10. Then there's the maddening buzzer system, where you have to press a bell and wait to be buzzed in by a member of staff (something that would drive me crazy if I worked there). Furthermore, on this last bit, I've never seen anyone get refused entry, so what's the point of it? When you finally get inside, there's a fairly decent range of guitars, but they're all priced highly, even if they're second-hand models (and I know the mark up is huge, because the boss offers pitiful payments for goods coming in, whilst spouting some bull about electric safety certificates and the like). The counter has a poor selection of strings and pedals (although there is the odd Electro-Harmix number that's been fleeced off someone if you're lucky), whilst it also operates as a workshop for repairs of all kinds. I've never been in for repairs before, but I'm guessing it'll be just as highly priced as the stock. There are better places to go for all things axe-related. read more