I have a love-hate relationship with Brixton. It is a rabbit warren of side streets and market stalls and hidden treasures. There are good bits and bad bits. Good: such a selection of fresh fruit, meat and vegetables! Bad: why do the stairs coming out of the tube station always smell of sewage? Good: you can get top notch jerk chicken. Bad: as one of my friends described it, it is “proper Crimewatch”.
But I pass through Brixton nearly every day. So, love it or loathe it, I have learned to explore it. Yesterday, Ben and I had a dander around the shops, and strolled down the famous Electric Avenue (didn’t see Eddy Grant ANYWHERE. What the hell?). And, for the first time (despite having been down this road soooo many times) I spotted Hidden Foxes. Doing some research online, it looks like they’ve only been there for about 6 weeks, so it’s understandable I hadn’t spotted them sooner, but there we go.
Rock down to Electric Avenue. Have a look. They’re cute.