Ronnie Scott's - Late Late Show

After midnight, ties loosen and jazz catches fire.

This isn’t the polished set — this is the afterglow. When midnight folds into smoke and the room leans close, the legends play with teeth bared. Horns spit flame, drums chase hearts, and the queue outside snakes down Frith Street like a rumour. Inside, ties dangle, heels are off, and the jazz isn’t polite — it’s alive, raw, ready to burn the night down.