Legends is a prodominantly metal themed club in the centre of Newcastle. From what I can gather its fans are loyal, returning at least once a week, some people I know go two, three times a week in fact, though it boggles my mind where their money comes from.

I do have a certain appreciation for metal music, it may not be my cup of tea but I can stand it for the sake of my friends, as such I am often taken to places of more gothic standing and generally I can enjoy myself.

Legends however is a cunundrum to me. Clearly from the loyalty of its customers it is a well loved place, though my mind struggled with discovering the reasosn for this. After much pondering I discovered the explanation late last year, it is the place everybody knows your name.

All in all I find the decor much in wanting of a makeover, not neccesarily the actual decoration which appears quite gothic and in-keeping with the theme, but the seats held together by duct-tape and the often damged tables have a lot left to be desired. As a 'visitor' to this place, with plenty knowledge of other clubs in the area offering high standards of decor, I was shocked to see how the club appears almost predominantly held together, as though it could all fall apart at any moment.

If you manage to ignore these falts however and make your way to the bar, more disappointment is left to follow. The vodka on offer is a vile brand, I have yet to manage to finish a vodka coke in this place, which for me is almost sacreligious. In all sense I avoid it, only to find exceedingly highly priced known brands (three pound for a malibu coke seems high, especially considering I had already paid four pounds to get in for the privlage. The other option is lager out of the pumps, ok but not always working, a bottle, equally high priced, or an alco-pop type concotion for one pound that leaves some strange syruppy gunk in your throught after a few sips.

If this wasnt enough I have found myself to be looked down upon too many times in this place, you can almost sense the "not belonging-ness" a mile off. Ok, so I can enjoy the music and still wear jeans and a glittery top right? I always get the impression in legends I cannot, if you arent corsetted or new-rocked up, you are immediatly presumed some form of zoo animal.

In fairness I imagine that those of the alternative fashions get this sort of attitude towards them a lot, but this causes me more problems as surely then, they should know this forced uncomfortableness is wrong? New people in their beloved club means new revenue, means possibly the duct-tape catastrophys to be replaced by new, working furniture? This point seems missed.

All in all I find the clique-ness of the club is what deters me and my friends the most, however if you are already within one of these cliques, it is probably the best night out in town you could ask for.

But if you just fancied a bit of rock for a change, then be prepared for all I have suggested, or simply save your money for Trillians, or the Academy!