One more thing: respect the space. This is not a normal venue. No flash photography during the set, no shouting between songs, and definitely no spilling your beer on the floorboards from 1829. The ushers are volunteers who look like your sweet grandmother, but they will absolutely side-eye you into submission. Behave.
So, that’s Union Chapel. It’s a church, a gig, a shelter, and a café all rolled into one. It’s the place where you go to see your favorite obscure folk band and end up donating to a homeless charity on the way out. It’s awkward, beautiful, and unexpectedly kind. Kinda like that terrible date that accidentally showed you something amazing. Go. Sit on the hard pew. Listen to the quiet. It’ll be worth every second.
