Working Men’s Club have always sounded like they’re broadcasting from the heart of a rave teetering gloriously on the edge of collapse. Syd Minsky-Sargeant leads the charge with that cool, magnetic drawl, while the band lock into rhythms that feel euphoric and just a bit dangerous.

Their records pulse with a kind of northern futurism: bleak landscapes lit up by neon and small-town frustration turned into big, thumping electronic catharsis. Live, they’re heavier, brighter, louder, and armed with the sort of beats that turn even the most reluctant festival-goer into a convert.

We’re buzzing to have Working Men’s Club at Deer Shed. Bring your sunglasses, stamina, and get ready to throw shapes under a sky that feels like it’s vibrating.