Roller Disco Death Party sound exactly like their name suggests — a wild, neon-lit collision of disco hedonism, punk scrappiness and late-night mischief. Their songs come packed with thumping basslines, glitter-smudged synths and a tongue-in-cheek theatricality that feels like stumbling into the best house party of your life just as it’s tipping into glorious chaos.

What makes them such a riot is the balance of humour and precision: under all the sparkle and silliness sits a band with real chops, tight grooves and a talent for writing hooks that stick around long after the glitter has settled. It’s camp, it’s clever, it’s wonderfully unhinged — and completely irresistible.

Stick them on a festival stage and the transformation is immediate: feathers flying, hips shaking, everyone suddenly a disco convert whether they planned to be or not. Roller Disco Death Party is guaranteed to be one of those sets where you lose track of time and possibly your dignity — in the best possible way.