Working Men’s Club have always sounded like they’re broadcasting from the very heart of a rave that’s teetering gloriously on the edge of collapse — all metallic synths, razor-sharp grooves, and a mood that swings between icy detachment and total dancefloor abandon. Syd Minsky-Sargeant leads the charge with that cool, magnetic drawl, while the band lock into rhythms that feel industrial, euphoric, and just a bit dangerous in the most satisfying way.

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

We’re buzzing to have Working Men’s Club at Deer Shed, bring your sunglasses, bring your stamina, and get ready to throw shapes under a sky that’ll feel like it’s vibrating along with them.