Voodoo

You're squeezed into Fountain Street on a Friday night, and Voodoo's already heaving. The place has that sticky-floored, beer-soaked authenticity that doesn't feel forced—it's just what happens when you cram a couple of hundred people into a basement venue night after night. The stage is close enough that you can practically touch the bassist, and the sound system punches above its weight. Whether it's a touring band doing the rounds or local acts testing new material, there's always something worth your time here. It's the kind of place where you'll accidentally discover your new favourite band between trips to the bar.