The London Lark
Folk & Intimate · Clerkenwell

The Slaughtered Lamb

Folk murmurs in the cellar, golden and low.

Slip down to the cellar, where candlelight leans long and the stage is barely a step away. Here, acoustic sets hush the crowd and folk ballads ripple through wood and stone — warm, golden, close to the chest.

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