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An 'all the fun of the fair' celebration of the launch of Yarmouth's impeccable prog/pop/rock concept album, inspired by the picture-postcard quaintness and haunting strangeness of Great Yarmouth.

Doors open: 19:00 | Event start: 20:00

Fri 23 February // 20:00 (SOLD OUT)

Tickets: Super Early Bird: £8 SOLD OUT | Early Bird: £10 SOLD OUT | General Release: £12


Yarmouth (Rhydian Evetts and Vladimir Nemecek) celebrate the launch of their debut album Everything Is Great (Yarmouth), with a gleeful evening of 'great wholesome entertainment'.

Be transported to your favourite British seaside town* and expect to be bombarded with all the 'fun, fun, fun' that you would look for from such a place. There may be a raffle! There may be an arcade! You may wish for jolly fish & chip shops that sell cans of lager, strolling to The Pleasure Beach under the watchful eye of seagulls, and riding the local legend The Snails at Joyland (since 1949!).


YARMOUTH perform their debut album Everything Is Great (Yarmouth) in its entirety, jam-packed with sonic goodness; a restless, kaleidoscopic blend of theatrical rock, prog, bubble gum pop, surf rock and spooky clown music.

RACING GREEN champion many-splendoured power pop perfection and hook-laden art rock of the highest order.

DJ BUSINESS FISH DISCO (DJ Fish Fingers, DJ Skate N Mac) get their freak on and keep the seaside beach party vibes going until the early morn; stone cold bangers, no duds.

DARRYL CARRINGTON, a superstar of seaside entertainment, is a unique delight with his spontaneous and unpredictable style of silent physical comedy and juggling.

GOLDMAN'S ARCADE, hosted by the one and only Rich Goldman (resident gold investor at Boomtown Fair), runs in the bar all night, conjuring up the adrenalin fizz of neon-lit 'amusements'.

Set times:

19:00 Doors Open 19:30 Wakey Wakey Rise And Shine (replacing Racing Green) 20:45 Darryl Carrington 21:15 Raffle Draw 21:45 Yarmouth 22:45 Business Fish Disco

*GY, as the cool kids call it, the once-illustrious fishing port, turned much-loved postwar holiday camp heaven, turned post-Brexit hi-de-hell-hole, turned seaside guilty pleasure; home to old-fashioned knobbly-knee charm, fluorescent doughnuts, sea salt-scratchy hair, good taste defying old-school end-of-the-pier 'entertainment', rickety rollercoasters, heroically awful national treasures ('the world's worst wax museum', alas, now lost), £2 doubles and syrupy shots, garishly decorated B&Bs, 'kiss me quick' sexual permissiveness, and morning-after hangovers and regret.