A Basement Retreat of Food, Vinyl and Fidelity in Peckham

By Rafi Mercer

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Venue Name: Hausu
Address: 40 Rye Lane, Peckham, London SE15 5BY, United Kingdom
Website: hausupeckham.co.uk
Phone: +44 20 7099 4010

Hausu is one of those venues that tells its story slowly, the way a record sleeve reveals new details every time you pull it from the shelf. It sits just off Rye Lane in Peckham, tucked in a basement that doesn’t shout for attention but draws you in with an atmosphere you can’t quite find anywhere else. London’s listening culture has many nodes — from the audiophile devotion of Spiritland to the intimacy of Brilliant Corners in Dalston — but Hausu is different. It is less a shrine and more a retreat, a place where food and music share the same breath, where vinyl isn’t the backdrop but the architecture of the night.

The room is soft with shadows, a basement glow that wraps you like velvet. The speakers are vintage, not ostentatious but carefully chosen, their patina speaking of decades of use and care. You feel the sound as much as hear it, rich and enveloping, tuned not for volume but for depth. Jazz brushes flicker, basslines walk the floor, voices carry a warmth that makes conversation lean in rather than compete. There’s no playlist built for algorithms here, only selectors with records that tell stories, one after the other, weaving a narrative that shifts with the room’s pulse.

What makes Hausu remarkable is how naturally the sound merges with the food. The menu is stripped back, clever without being clever for its own sake, small plates that mirror the atmosphere: thoughtful, balanced, often surprising. A bowl of miso-rich broth carries the same resonance as a dub record, filling the space slowly, while a sharp, citrusy plate of pickled vegetables has the lift of a trumpet cutting through the mix. Drinks play the same role — cocktails, wines, sake — each paired like a record to a set, elevating without overpowering. The effect is cumulative: by the time you’ve sat for an hour, you’re not sure where the food ends and the music begins, the two are stitched into one continuous rhythm.

Peckham has built its reputation on a cultural mix that resists easy labels, and Hausu fits right into that current. Upstairs the high street is alive with colour, food, and bustle; down here the pace slows, though not to silence but to attention. It’s not a space for distraction but for presence, and that’s what sets it apart in a city that rarely stops moving. At Hausu, people aren’t half-listening while thinking of their next stop. They’re present, attuned, part of a shared moment held by needle and groove.

Part of the appeal is the way Hausu blurs the line between bar and listening space, restaurant and club, home and hideaway. You could come for dinner, and the evening would feel whole. You could come for a drink and find yourself staying three hours, carried by the records. You could arrive for the music, and the food would make you linger longer than you planned. It’s flexible but never vague, each element defined, each flowing into the other without seams.

There’s also a subtle sense of community. The people who find their way here are not looking for the obvious, and so there’s a quiet kinship across the tables. Conversations ripple between strangers about what’s playing, eyes flicker when a record catches someone off guard, and nods are exchanged with the selector when a particularly deep cut drops. It’s not a place built for spectacle or fleeting trends, but for the pleasure of shared discovery, and in that it captures something timeless.

Hausu’s significance grows when seen against the wider context of London’s listening renaissance. Dalston has its long-established anchors; Shoreditch is busy with playful experiments like Mad Cats; Soho finds itself layering in newer openings that merge cocktails and vinyl; but Peckham, with its history of sound system culture and grassroots creativity, offers fertile ground for something more intimate. Hausu doesn’t mimic Tokyo’s kissaten or New York’s hi-fi lounges — though it nods to both — it feels rooted in its own patch of South London soil.

And that’s perhaps the greatest strength of places like this. They don’t transplant culture, they absorb it, letting it ferment in the local air until it becomes something distinctive. Hausu is not trying to be everywhere else. It’s trying to be exactly here, now, with this crowd, this food, this sound. That’s what gives it weight, and that’s why, months or years from now, someone will remember the night they came here not as a blur but as a vivid, textured moment.

As you leave, climbing back up to the street, Peckham’s pace rushes back in — the chatter, the bus engines, the shifting crowd. But you carry something with you, a sense that for a while you slowed down enough to notice how sound can hold a room together, how food can deepen a record, how a basement can feel like the centre of a city. Hausu isn’t loud about it, but it doesn’t need to be. It’s confident enough to let the music do the talking.

Rafi Mercer writes about the spaces where music matters. For more stories from Tracks & Tales, subscribe, or click here to read more.

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