The building used to be an old theatre. Now though all the seats have been removed to make way for bars, sofas and a massive dance floor; its stage has also become a platform for the most exciting bands and performers in London. Koko is special.
Getting in therefore required a little more preparation than just arriving at the venue with a bag stuffed full of expensive camera gear. I needed a press pass. Fortunately the band's manager was kind enough to put me on the list, and so after strolling past the long queue of scenesters, I joined the empty guest queue where my name was ticked off.
The special yellow band I was given allowed me entry to the photo pit at the foot of the stage. Behind me was a robust steel barrier erected to hold the crowds at bay. I could wander back and forth from one side of the stage to the other without having to trample on people's feet and mutter false regrets. Even the security guard looked upon me benevolently. It seemed myself and the other photographer belonged to an exclusive club, one where the prerequisites for entry were a firm handshake and a monstrous camera.