A sprawling club spanning three floors, Rust is a dark, murky play-den for the young and trendy.
Copenhagen's signature black and red colour combo is present and correct throughout, encouraging a deliciously sinful, seedy atmosphere. Narrow black tables for beer-resting and black leather booths for bum-resting provide welcome relief for the dance-tired. Red lighting at the bar cast devilish shades over the barmen's faces and illuminates the rows and rows of gleaming liquor bottles.
There is something very theatrical about Rust. Live bands play on the top floor to an appreciative audience of pixie-cropped lovelies and boys in check shirts, skinny jeans and brogues. Our style spies jived along to the indie and ska sounds pumped out by a dapper band bedecked in waistcoats and pork pie hats, tearing up the joint with manic screams and throbbing guitar riffs. If the music gets a little too crazy, wander past the bar and into the back room, where you can sink into squashy sofas and eye up the posse opposite you.