If only every fourteen year old entered the world of music, drinking and going out at Catch, instead of the underside of a damp bridge with three litres of £1.09 cider. London would be a much friendlier city.
Catch is perfect: on the clean side of grungy, it books beginner bands off the MySpace circuit. They're the kind of bands who still hand-draw their posters and hand out black and white photocopy fliers after the set.
Incidentally, the name is no accident: the address is at 22. Although the majority of its fedora wearing, bleach-blonde clientele are probably too young to even get the reference.
22 Kingsland Road