Panic Shack aren’t interested in the keys to the boys’ clubhouse or fighting with sharp-elbows for a seat at the table. They’re with you, out there: in the pit, at the bar, in the group chat – and their sound, collar-grabbing punk missives which walk the line between smoking area banter and a restless rage for a world we live in, refuses to sit politely.
Artists on stage: 7.30pm