Hailing from the hazy IPA-oat-latte-bought-up, overpriced, strung-out soiled streets of Brighton: Vegan Meat Raffle.
A gaggle of spectrum folk performing, badly, for the last four years, their fusion of anarcho-post-post meta-punk garage ska surf nonsense. Leaving no real dent on the local scene other than regret, confusion and sore thighs.
Catch them performing both indoors and outdoors throughout all of the seasons. In dungeons, at hippy festivals, at non-conformist radical tea parties, hipster tap rooms, dive bars, fundraising events for Quorn aid and gastro pubs to a mixed bag of a following.
All are welcome – be that Radio 6 dads, flatcappers, trouser under skirters, moustache men, anxious mohawk leathered folk, Harry’s parents, support workers, beanie people and whoevers.