How to introduce a place that needs no introduction? Tricky. Well, that's exactly the situ with world-renowned party destination, Ministry of Sound. Synonymous with the nightlife scene and putting its hard-core beats at the forefront of, well, everything, you must've been living under a rock if you haven't heard of this place. No, seriously, where have you been hiding for the last quarter of a century? Saying farewell to sophisticated cocktails and fussy fine-dining, this pumping nightclub ensures weekend evenings have never looked so lively or, obviously, loud. We mean, really, the clue's in the name.
It's hard to believe that all of this started as a derelict bus garage. That's right, twenty-five years ago, this now buzzy nightclub was nothing more than an unused building, and opened its doors at a time when most of its current regulars could barely even crawl, let alone two-step. In Elephant and Castle, it's probably not your typical night out destination. But trust us, it's well worth a trip right down to the end of the rattling Bakerloo line to experience Ministry of Sound. Inside, it's everything you'd expect from a world-class nightclub; strobes, a booming sound system and spacious rooms that definitely won't be so roomy when the clock hits midnight. With each area offering a different musical vibe, it's easy to get lost in this rabbit warren of party dens, but don't panic, 'The Box' acts as a safety net for Ministry of Sound first-timers, providing a central hub for groups to reconvene.
Music: House, Grime, Dance, Hip Hop, Chart
Dress Code: Smart/Casual
Train Station: Elephant & Castle
Address: Ministry of Sound, 103 Gaunt Street, London, SE1 6DP
Now, there's no denying that a night at Ministry of Sound comes at a cost. But, surely, a week's worth of beans on toast dinners is a small price to pay to experience the delights of Roger Sanchez and the like. Spirits, mixers and bottled beers tend to be the tipples of choice and will set you back a fair few smackers. But, you know what, it's really hard to care because no-one goes to Ministry of Sound to discuss politics over an aged bourbon. Instead, the party-loving throng gets down to some deep-house beats, soon forgetting all about that bank-balance-breaking drink (that will more than likely end up all over your pals once the crowd really gets going anyway!).
If you're precious about your vocal chords and ear drums, then Ministry of Sound maybe isn't the place for you. But if you're down for a good time, love a drink and appreciate the pumping sounds of House and Grime, be sure to make a beeline for this full-to-bursting weekend club. It kinda goes without saying that this certainly isn't the destination for sophisticated get-togethers and chilled evenings out. Oh no, this is way down the other end of the party spectrum. Catch-ups and emotional heart-to-hearts are not how things go at Ministry. Here, it's all about the sweaty bodies of the city's younger crowd dancing the night away in shared appreciation of some of the world's biggest party tunes with frequent rave events pulling in students in their hundreds. Well, what else is a student loan for anyway?
A night in this crazily raucous club is, undeniably, one to remember. The bad news is, your bank balance will certainly remember it too. As will your drunk-dial crush of choice. But, every cloud, right? And the silver lining here is that, if you can hack it all the way 'til door closing, you'll arrive home just in the nick of time for one of your mum's famous fry-ups. One word of advice? Don't forget to stock up on plenty of aspirin and throat-soothing juices on your way home because, believe us, lazy Sundays were definitely made to aid Ministry of Sound recoveries.