In 1991, we chanced upon a derelict bus depot on a south London backstreet. We’d seen the cavernous all-night dance hangars of New York and knew our city needed one of its own. In September, we threw open the doors of our strange new home for the very first time.Good news travels fast. Within weeks, London knew it had something special on its hands. Ministry of Sound was the city’s first club dedicated to house music. The first to pick up the gauntlet thrown down by the Second Summer of Love. The first to understand what made that rave moment work – and to build a sound-system capable of channeling all its wild energy.There are derelict bus depots with worse second acts – and to this day, there is no better place on Earth to hear the wo