Spending the evening in St Moritz couldn’t sound more misleading – it’s not exclusive and it’s nowhere near a mountain – it’s one of the darkest clubs in London. There are some Swiss connections – it is run by two charming Swiss patriarchs, who have been known to entertain diners in their adjoining fondue restaurant with alpine horns, bells and an accordion (no yodelling, unfortunately). No such sounds down in the cave basement – St Moritz is a ‘rawk’ club, respected equally by rockerati (from Motorhead to the Kings of Leon) and the, uh, rockletariat – bikers, mods, indie kids. Gaz’s Rockin’ Blues, on Thursdays, run by ska-nut Gaz Mayall, is still going strong after over 30 years with blues, rockabilly and ska plus live bands; the road-blockingly popular Friday nights (indie rock) and Saturday nights (1980s’ glam rock) are almost as long-running. This vintage club resembles the cellar of a Swiss chalet and its quaint alpine decor and intimate size make for an atomic atmosphere. What’s not to like? Well, with all that air guitar action and rock-hopping, it gets pretty hot, and its primitive acoustics often induce tinnitus. But with resolutely cheap prices, you won’t be needing a Swiss bank account.