London's premier 70's disco venue. Infernos have two separate dance areas, playing a variety of 70s and 80s disco and modern chart dance music. Private karaoke suites are available to book. They boast London's only original 70's dance floor with runway lights as well as a chill out/VIP area, with a huge fishtank of tropical fish. Great atmosphere for fun-loving disco revivalists, with a selection of wonderful cocktails.
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146 Clapham High Street, Clapham, London, SW4 7UH
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We went there to celebrate birthdays.
Very rude bouncers, pure ignorant, they didn't let me and my friends in without any reason asking them self one by one, no one knew. Lastly I've been told that the manager of the club said so-yeah right...,when I said I'd like to speak with the manager of the club, the security manager categorically said no.I haven't been there before and with my...more
Not knowing much about this venue other than the fact that it was in Clapham and that I was going there to attend an Australia day party.. I went with an open mind and little expectations needless to say about the only thing that really surprised me about this venue was the size itself and spaciousness. Given the occasion I was out for wasn't like a normal night at this venue and that it was...more
I got my arse pinched many times in here by dirty, drunken girls desperate to pull.
I told them I was gay, they said they didn't mind.more
Ah yes, Infernos. The place everyone loves to hate and yet they go back time and time again. I was first introduced to this place by some friends who lived in Clapham Common at the time. Not going to lie; it smells and the floors are sticky. My best piece of advice? Don't arrive here sober. Second piece of advice? Don't order the wine unless you enjoy the burn of paint thinner...more
I can't add too much more to what has already been said/slated.
But my take
If you're in here you are either
b) being dragged on a birthday guestlist (or hen night)
c) a twat
Now I'll admit I've been too many times for my own comfort but I sit squarely within the a) and b) camps. At least I'd like to think so.
When I first moved to London this was a regular haunt which I'm so...more