WELCOME
All truly relevant youth movements begin with a hunger for a place that doesn’t seem to exist – until, suddenly, it does. Rock’n’roll, mod, punk, disco, house… each had its sanctified ground, and for the original Cult With No Name, theirs was tucked away on the edge of London’s West End. Aside from its neon tube-lit signage, the Blitz was just another dingy backstreet nightclub. But on Tuesday nights, with a mongrel playlist made up of Bowie, post-punk, new wave, synthpop, glam and anything that could get a floor full of teenagers breaking a sweat, a duo of visionaries – and an inner circle of 20-odd ambitious creatives – established something wonderful.