Co headlining a short jaunt around the UK for the first time are these two magical bands from Medieval Margate who deal in some pretty far out, mind boggling psych rock and trippy pop weirdness. For anyone caught between King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard and The Cosmic Dead you have found your favourite new bands!

Gang: Rather than buzz words or genre names when attempting to describe Gang, the two words that immediately spring to mind are ‘organic’ and ‘family’. Words that stand as totems, symbolising the Gang mentality and their unbridled growth as artists and humans over the past five years. Five years that has seen them stand shoulder to shoulder with their much hyped peers, earning them respect in Britain’s guitar underground and a cult like following in the south-east as a result of releasing an impressive body of work comprising of three EP’s, a string of attention garnering singles and a debut LP...

Now as a 4-piece, the Margate based band reset themselves and mark their return with a 31 minute single split/shared with Margate bedfellows and prog pop wizards Inevitable Daydream.

Inevitable Dream: A band of brave travellers assemble, these seven knights dare to stand against the ancient evil. Hailing from the faraway costal shire Margate, these seasoned warriors powerful as they stand maybe humanities last hope. Strapping amplifiers and satchels of pipe-weed on to their steeds they ride to meet the dawn. Wielding a horned solid body axe strung with the hair of sea nymphs, Jack is first of the three chosen knights with skill unmatched throughout Ozma. The second, a merchant of seismic rumbles and analogue dwarven magic, Connor and his 1970 bass-mace are capable of stirring significant tectonic activity. Taking to his throne on horse-mounted drums, John, paladin of rhythm is the third of the chosen. His mallets a blur between crashing cymbals and the booming pulse of tom-tom fury, stoking a fire of grooves with unfathomable power. The chosen make up Inevitable Daydream, together they forge riffs to split mountains and melody to soothe the ailing world-soul against the evils of the earth.


“Gang are three friendly goofballs creating the most horrifyingly heavy sound coming out of this nation’s musical underbelly.” CLASH

"Gang conjure the sound of a descending smoke cloud: intoxicating, sinister and ominous…” Best Fit

“Pitting the shade of grunge with the rainbow adventure of psychedelia, Gang are simply beautiful” DIY

"Gang at the Windmill, Brixton, now as a four piece, with a younger sister on guitar and singing! A half hour set, one piece of music. But not prog, as they were hinting. They have definite musical ideas, sometimes absurd ones, which become better as they stick to them. The more absurd the better. They have a free way with performance too: they know the absurdity of rock routines and develop a way of being together through them and out the other side into laughter and the scary space of whatever comes after rock-ism. The singing swaps back and forth between one brother drumming at the back and one on guitar at the front -- which means the uncertain mood is shared out as a general problem, socialised -- it's not just ye olde young man angst. Joe on the bass leaps about like a big kid, he is the one with his shirt off and a surplus of energy. They are a band, they need each other's difference and physicality. I really liked the strangeness of Gang's first album, and I like what they are doing now even more." - Ian Hunt