Psychogeographical Meanderings - Brixton > Soho #3

The clank and holler of Electric Avenue disappears behind us in a cloud of reminiscences, with the faint scent of late nights clinging to the blackened pavements. The rattle of the Victoria bound train glides overhead. Time to cross the road.

The Brixton Academy looms behind the rainclouds and the hymns of Nick Cave, Paul Weller & The Pogues ricochet around the auditorium. A wraith whispers...

Take a little walk to the edge of town
And go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms
Like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires
In the humming wires
Hey man, you know
You're never coming back

Past the square, past the bridge
Past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand...

- Nick Cave

But we must head on to the future and a possible meeting with the World's first consulting detective!