The Raz

Unless it was with cricketer friends, I’ve never been here through choice. The music is fine. The drinks are mostly dross though on the whole. I know it’s geared towards kids and that probably colours my review and rating a touch.

The Raz — or The Blue Angel, as the sign reads — came as something as a pleasant surprise for me. A friend suggested it as the starting line for one of our legendary nights out and we all agreed. My expectations we’re not notably high or low.
Upon entrance, for which there is a small monetary charge, I was met by a group of middle aged men standing aimlessly around the bar. «Where was the trendy, fun joint I was promised?» I wondered. My question was answered in the form of my friend guiding me down a body of stairs towards the back of the pub. As I descended in to the dark abyss, I was met by a club with a lively atmosphere and dozens of student clientèle.
The Raz is the type of place you can have a good dance and enjoy a few drinks, granted you have a few hours and reasonable number of friends. What I’m trying to say is that The Raz isn’t the kind of club you spend your entire night in, if you’re planning to stay out more than a few hours. Luckily for you, The Raz isn’t far from the heart of the Liverpool student club scene, the likes of The Krazyhouse, Popworld and Baa Bar being less than a ten minute, drunken walk away.
In essence, The Raz works as a great starter club or even just a nice play to enjoy a few drinks with friends as well as a guilt-​ridden dance. The guilt-​ridden dance, of course, is optional.

Visited my friend in Liverpool last weekend and she took me here! Oh dear I’ve never seen a place quite like it. The sticky floor was hilarious. Very cheap entry and £1 drinks, come on no one can complain about that. Fun night.

very busy placec but full of history
great night out, reasonable prices and plenty of great tunes
a must vist on a weekend away

Ah The Raz. The Raz, The Raz, The Raz. How I love thee, let me count the ways.
It smells of sick, stinks of wee and your feet stick to the floor. Sweat drips from the celings, it is boiling hot and the queue for the loo goes on for miles. These are not bad points, oh no, strangely this all adds to the charm of The Raz.
£1 in, £1 a drink and 20p for the cloakroom. If this isn’t the best student/​cheap-​o club in the Northwest I don’t know what is.
I lived in Liverpool for five years and went to The Raz at least twice a week every week. Unpretentious, unconscious and unclean if you didn’t go to The Blue Angel whilst at one of the many higher education facilities in Liverpool then consider you degree invalid.

If I could award this place zero stars I would.
The place is a dump, the music is generally dreadful and its frequented mostly by the very worst kind of students.
It no longer has a smoking area either — although to be fair, thats not its fault.

Blue Angel or The Razz as it is sometimes known is an experience that a student in Liverpool must have. The décor is shabby the toilets are awful and it is a sweaty and crowded mess at times but this is all part of the appeal. If you are a student searching for a hedonistic night of heavy drinking during the week then you could do alot worse than visit Blue Angel. The entry fee is two pound and various selected drinks are only a pound each, the speciality however is fat frogs a lethal mix of alcohol which is bright green and is a ridiculously cheap £3.00 for two pints!
The music in Blue Angel is pure cheese, any anthemic and cheesy classic you can think of will be played and the crowd will love it. Another interesting note is that Blue Angel is officially the easiest place to pull in the UK so singletons should get on down there.
It is not tidy or clean and it certainly isnt classy but Blue Angel is too much fun to turn down!

What deranged mind created this hybrid of a place? Yeah, it plays cheesy music and is filthy and everything, but has anybody truly noticed the fact that it’s a pub on top and a night club downstairs? Does that not strike you as a bit weird?
I was startled by the layout of the ground-​floor tavern when I first visited. It seemed like the kind of innocuous boozer that can be found on many a Liverpool street corner. Where was this club I’d heard so much about?
Then I noticed the door. The ominous door. I noticed the ominous door leading downwards into what seemed like the Underworld. Descending the stairs I found myself drowning in the bestial wailing of the Spice Girls and the hooting of the mad. I had found the club.
Visualise going into a pub, finding a trap door and climbing through it into the septic tank. Imagine bad music is playing. Welcome to the Raz.

So have we established that this place is affectionately called The Raz not simply The Blue Angel as written above the door? What about the fact it’s really s**t?
The Raz is one of the most awful places in town and is likely to be filled with teachers and ex-​students clinging to university days as it is with students who can dance ironically to the cheesey music because it’s fun and stuff!
It’s obviously not my thing but if you like undrinkable beverages — everyone knows never to by a pint here — and The Foundations’ Build Me Up Buttercup then this is the place for you.
It’s just a laugh though isn’t it!
The Raz is more complex than I make out, however, as it dispels the idea that it is only edgey, underground clubs that create vast swathes of sweat dripping from the ceiling and rivers of urine collecting near the toilets, this cute disco friendly place beats them all hands down.

Let’s set the record straight on this one, there is nothing angelic about The Blue Angel. More affectionately termed The Raz, this place is famous or perhaps more aptly, infamous, for it’s self titled ‘Raz Juice’ which, anyone that has gone down into the depths of the basement and/​or dancefloor area will know, is a reddish coloured sludge which drips with sweat from the ceiling and is the destroyer of all shoes.
However, it’s excessively cheap, and there will often be people queuing to get in on Student nights. NB. Monday is 70p a Pint night. Yes, you heard right. The music is cheesy pop and dance, so you can expect to hear the FIVE megamix, Don’t stop believin’ and I’ve got a brand new combine harvester in quick succession. But if you fancy an extremely drunken dancey night on only a little moolah then this is, I hesitate to say, the place. Just don’t wear your Jimmy Choos.

I know people will throw things at me for saying this in my twenties, but I’m far too old for the Raz now. However students, particularly freshers, will love this place. It’s cheap, it’s filthy, it’s fun and it just doesn’t care. And when I say filthy, I literally mean don’t wear expensive or treasured clothing in there. It’s a baaaad idea.
Because of this madness, it’s obtained a bit of a cult status over the years, and Tuesdays and Thursdays are certainly the most popular nights to head in there and party on down. It’s a bit dark, it’s very claustrophobic, it feels suspiciously damp everywhere, the drinks are insanely cheap and the music is as cheesy as the smell. For example, they do like to whack out that Baywatch theme tune when everyone’s good and drunk.
It’s a Liverpudlian institution, this one, certainly a place never to test out when you’re sober — this is end of the night, last resort kind of stuff. And if you make it out alive without being surgically velcroed to the stickiest carpet in the universe, you’ll have plenty a story to tell.

Yes, it is technically The Blue Angel, but everyone knows it as The Raz, and it is a Liverpool institution, one that is revered by many as equally as it is feared and loathed. It is a must for all those who collect good experiences. True, since the smoking ban it smells even more strongly of body odour and vomit, your feet stick to the floor and your shoes are covered in scum, but it is fabulous all the same.
The place to go for optimum enjoyment is the basement, where the bars are not nearly big enough to cater for everyone, nor are the loos. There is madness throughout the week, as nights such as all drinks £1 (Tuesday) collect penniless students and usher them into the stinking halls. If you’re lucky, you may even get a lollipop when you leave.
The music is predictably cheesy — be prepared to get in a circle with your mates and wave your arms above your head as the last song of the night is nearly always ‘Never Forget’ by Take That. On the rare occasion it has been ‘Hey Jude’ by The Beatles for the benefit of Japanese tourists who have stumbled upon it and been told that every patron is related to Lennon or McCartney.
The best time was when the neighbours didn’t complain about The Raz, and there was an outdoor terrace where you could smoke and cool down away from the sweaty walls and ceilings. Granted, some people used to play games like «how far can you throw that bottle in the direction of that house?» which is probably why the terrace is no longer active. Known as somewhere you are guaranteed to pull, providing you have no standards, The Raz represents everything that’s a little bit dirty in a young person’s life.

Better known locally as the Raz, this is the kind of place that brings people together through shared experience much in the same way a terrorist attack or plane crash might– you don’t so much visit the Raz as survive it.
One too may Blue Angel induced hangovers and embarrassments have probably tainted my views on this ever popular shit trap but I’m going to really try to be diplomatic about it as there was a time in my late teens (and if I’m truly honest, early twenties) when I based my week if not my entire social calender around a Tuesday night spent dancing along in a heaving sweaty mess to the likes of Chesney Hawkes and Patrick Swayze and I’m sure the day will arrive when I look back fondly on those times… I’m just not there yet.
Despite the disgusting but interesting contrast of a ceiling so sweaty it drips and carpets so sticky you need to remain in perpetual motion if you want to leave with your shoes the Raz is pretty much the gravitational centre of student life in Liverpool. The drinks are cheap and luminous, the music policy is irony free cheese and the door staff are adequately embarrassed to be making a professional living there and as such are amongst the most friendly and accommodating in the city.
In years to come, the Raz will become your dirty secret. Every so often you will pass a stranger on a train or high street and notice the unmistakable and immovable «Raz crud» effacing the soles of somebodies Cons. Catching your glance, they will give you a knowing nod– your secret is safe and it is all around you.

If I’d been an undergraduate student in Liverpool I know I would have loved to spend many a drunken student night downing shots in here as there is a place just like it in Liverpool. As a postgraduate student, at the mature old age od 23 (!), I’m not such a fan. The odd night out in here when I’m really drunk is all I could manage because if I was ever sober in this smelly place with men and women throwing themselves at each other whilst vomiting and pissing on the floor, I would probably die. A must see for any Liverpool undergrads though!

The Raza must for students, once you hit 25, you wonder why you ever liked it!
The place is a dump, it’s dingy, dirty, smelly, busy. perfect place to spend your student days :)
Cheap drinks, cheesy music, what more do you want! If you’re a student in Liverpool, get yourself down there. If you’re over 25, maybe not.

The dingiest and dirtiest place I have ever stepped into. But I don’t half it!
Mega cheap drinks, the cheesiest music (Baywatch themetune, anyone?!) and the stickiest carpet.
As said before, it is a Liverpudlian institution and everyone should pay it a visit!
Where else for £10 on NYE, would you get entry til 3am and a buffet?!

well — the blue Angel or the Raz as it’s sometimes known is on every firts year students to do list on a Tuesday night. Sticky walls and smelly carpets do not make for the most classy of nights but in first year all you care about is getting a blue wkd for less than a pound!

What can you say about the Razz that hasn’t said before, its reputation preceeds it: you’ll leave late, smelly, covered in stains, sticky and a friend of mine even left with glass in her foot once. An absolute labyrinth of corners, nooks and crannies, this is cheesy, feel-​good music pushed to the limit and a guaranteed good night out.
They used to have an outside ‘balcony’ bit where you could (briefly) cool off, but think this has been stopped since houses were built nearby.
One extra bit, at the back downstairs, there’s a hatch that leads to the kitchen of a basement Chinese kitchen from a nearby restaurant, and you could buy some food from itbut, no one else ever seems to remember it

Haha — I love this review so much I thought I’d add to it! The Raz is exactly as described, although I do have to say I actually quite like the cheesy pop! Never a night in the Raz goes by without Chesney Hawks. The drinks are cheap, the cloakroom immensely cheap and they allow you to dance on the tables and chairs! Oh and not forgetting, you always get a lollipop when you leave! Now that’s an establishment after my own heart!
I haven’t been in a good few months as I feel my dancing days are getting fewer, but I do have to say I’ve had some of my most memorable nights in this place… long live the Raz!

I have to say it is a great honour to be writing the first review for the Blue Angel, aka «The Raz.» This place is a Liverpudlian institution and an absolute dump at the same time.
Like every old bar in Liverpool, the Raz is supposedly where the Beatles played their first gig. Who knows if that’s true and frankly, when you’re having this much fun, who cares?
I have had some of the greatest nights of my life in this dingy little hell-​hole. The music is terrible. It smells. Your feet stick to the floor. It’s like an oven. It’s full of drunk students… However, it’s the stuff of legend.
Every town has a bar or club you hate to love and The Blue Angels is Liverpool’s. Just make sure you don’t wear anything white… you will inevitably leave covered in snake-​bite stains. BRILLIANT!