24.4.26
Why would you not have some viola on your album?
Blind Yeo at The Ivy House
Cornwall’s premier cosmic-folk collective, Blind Yeo, bring their psychedelic carnival to South London’s Ivy House on May 31st. Fresh from a blistering KEXP session and heavy 6 Music rotation, this shifting motorik beast is part Neu!-esque propulsion, part off-grid ritual. Expect jagged synth-runs, West African ngoni vibrations, and a live experience that Lauren Laverne rightly swoons over. It’s restless, it’s transcendental, and it’s happening. Do not blink.
With support from Brighton's genre-bending jazz-psych band Thimble.
26.2.26
BAD FRIDAY 2026
WINDMILL BRIXTON
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Forget the heritage acts and the overpriced stadium lager. Bad Friday returns: Eight bands. One ticket. Food included. An all-dayer built on high-velocity, DIY ethics…and the smell of charcoal.
YAANG are Manchester’s premier pop-art provocateurs. They aren't "post-punk"—they’re fully carbonated, caffeinated, and non-genre compliant. Expect motorik synths, drum machines, and chaotic energy that moves from gliding 80s power ballads to airport barfights in a single heartbeat.
COWBOYY: South Coast art-pop architects. Part math-rock, part jazz, entirely confusing to those who like their music predictable.
PIGEON DOG: North London grunge. Gritty, filthy, and bursting with spiky riffs that tackle gender dysphoria and dissociation with a sneer.
NATIONAL PLAYBOYS: Edinburgh’s post-punk 5-piece. High-impact energy meeting synth-driven hooks.
ASBESTOS SALESMAN: Southend’s "post-slop" duo. Recorded in a shed, sounding like Squid meeting Blur in a trough of toxic positivity.
NAOMI IN BLUE: British-Chilean Americana. A striking blend of folk-soul and heavy-synth power, anchored by a voice that stops rooms.
JUST KIDS: An indie-pop duo where Springsteen meets Fugazi. Emotional, relatable, and dripping in second-hand smoke.
SASHES: South London’s 17-foot-tall (combined) three-piece. Scuzzy riffs, domestic rebellion, and a live presence that leaves you exhilarated and uneasy.
It’s an adventure in angular pop and beautiful noise. Eat the food. Hear the future. See you at the front.
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