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Filthy Pedro Presents: The Great Peliscape 2026 (Alt Alt Great Escape)

Flyer by Amy Charlton.

Filthy Pedro presents The Great Peliscape 2026, a proudly rogue Alt Alt outpost of the Great Escape fringe, bringing together the underground and the outsider, artists from both Brighton and further afield, for an all‑day blast of noise, invention and DIY spirit at the infamous Hotel Pelirocco.

Once again, Filthy Pedro corrals a hand‑picked line-up of the strange, the beautiful, the noisy, and the tender, all packed into one rolling afternoon-to-late-night marathon of independent music.

It’s free!

This is the alt-alt Great Escape: no wristbands, no velvet ropes, no charge.

When: Saturday 16th May, 2:30pm until 10pm.

Where: Hotel Pelirocco, 10 Regency Square, Brighton, BN1 2FG

9:30 Drowse Plaza
8:45 Seadog
8:00 En Heat
7:15 Me=U
6:30 Murphy’s Medicine
5:45 The Phone Call
5:00 Beauty Princess
4:15 Joy Machines
3:30 Tinsel
2:45 Mind Frog

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Thanks to Amy Charlton for the lovely flyer!

About the artists

9:30 — Drowse Plaza

Closing the night, Drowse Plaza is the sound of South London’s underground hitting the dancefloor. Blending sharp, deadpan spoken word with jagged “no wave” guitars and driving synth-disco beats, the project – led by producer Dario Corsetti (Red Peril) and featuring Stefania F. Cardenas (Red Peril, Madonnatron), Eliot Vernon, and Dexter Krenal (Red Peril, PREGOBLIN) – creates a high-energy mélange of post-punk and electronic rock. Expect a gritty, hypnotic live set that feels like a late-night fever dream in a Brixton basement.

8:45 — Seadog

Seadog craft the kind of songs that feel like they’ve been pulled from the shoreline at dusk – shimmering, intimate, and quietly epic. Blending warm analogue textures with drifting harmonies and widescreen arrangements, their sound sits somewhere between dream‑folk, art‑pop, and the woozy glow of a half‑remembered film score.

Fronted by the songwriting partnership of Mark Benton and Tom Chadd, Seadog weave together delicate electronics, rich vocal layers, and organic instrumentation to create music that feels both deeply personal and expansively atmospheric. Their live shows are immersive and transportive: a slow‑burning swell that builds from whispered confession to full‑band catharsis.

8:00 — En Heat

Take Half Man Half Biscuit’s razor‑sharp absurdism, a pinch of Beastie Boys’ swagger, some of early Beck’s junk‑shop antifolk and the surreal spirit of The Mighty Boosh. Now set it all on fire and dance around it.

Brighton’s antifolk disco‑psych supergroup, signed to cult label Blang Records, fronted by Filthy Pedro and powered by Killer Stu, Oliver Fist, Small Talk Adam and Prince Smalan, they deliver a gloriously chaotic collision of glam riffs, indecipherable wit, and dance‑floor‑ready weirdness. Every show is a cult ritual disguised as a gig, unpredictable, dangerous and a bit catchy.

7:15 — Me=U

Me=U are what happens when the legendary Patrick Lyons escapes from a beat‑poetry dimension and accidentally forms a band with the universe, Rufus Miller (guitar), Niall Morosini (drums), Dima Vincent and Cat Yong (duelling on twin basses). Their shows feel like a late‑night cabaret that’s grown legs, found a drum machine, and started preaching the gospel of joy and justice.

Part gig, part spoken‑word séance, part cosmic rant, Me=U fuse lo‑fi Kraut-disco grooves, anarchic storytelling and protest‑poetry heart into something gloriously unclassifiable. One minute you’re nodding along to a groove, the next you’re inside a surreal monologue about love, revolution and the Devil’s dancing shoes.

6:30 — Murphy’s Medicine

Murphy’s Medicine is the new slacker‑pop concoction brewed by members of Octopuses and Fruity Water. Five Brighton low‑fliers with hooks for days, a couple of couples, and an ever‑enigmatic vacuum man on bass stirring the pot. Their songs glide with laid‑back charm, jangly warmth and just enough chaos to keep things interesting.

A drunk guy once said they sound like Pavement mixed with The Sundays, and honestly, he wasn’t wrong. Murphy’s Medicine deliver catchy, sun‑bleached indie pop with a wink, a wobble, and a heart full of Brighton weirdness.

5:45 — The Phone Call

The Phone Call are a London‑based “odd pop” outfit on Blang Records, stitched together from the gloriously crooked mind behind Slushy Guts, accompanied by veterans of David Cronenberg’s Wife and The Awkward Silences. With a lineup featuring Jeremy Walton, Steve Keane, Stu Saunderson and Adam Croucher, they specialise in alternative,punk synth mischief, the kind of songs that sound like they were written during a nervous breakdown in a phone box and then accidentally became catchy.

Their recent single “SDBH” cemented their reputation for wiry hooks, deadpan humour and a knack for turning everyday chaos into oddly beautiful noise.

5:00 — Beauty Princess

Fronted by the ever‑elusive, ever‑wandering Kevin O, they’re stepping onto the stage for what promises to be an unmissable gig: part slacker‑rock séance, part bowling‑alley fever dream, part moustache convention gone rogue.

No releases. Barely any gigs. Maximum intrigue. Expect skinheads. Expect bowling. Expect moustaches. Expect the unexpected. Beauty Princess are about to arrive.

4:15 — Joy Machines

Joy Machines fire out Brighton‑bred electronic rock tuneage with gnarly, fuzz‑kissed guitars and sweet, sky‑melting harmonies. It’s synths with teeth, riffs with attitude, and melodies that glide like they’ve got somewhere better to be. Equal parts grit and gloss, Joy Machines deliver the kind of songs that make you dance first and ask questions never.

3:30 — Tinsel

Tinsel is a brand‑new Brighton outfit weaving synth shimmer with Twin Peaks‑style guitar twang. The kind of sound that feels like a slow‑motion road trip through neon fog. Formed by members of Fruity Water and Murphy’s Medicine, they blend woozy electronics, haunted‑hotel melodies and jangling, cinematic guitar lines into something both dreamy and quietly unsettling.

It’s pop, but sideways. Indie, but glowing. A band so new they still smell of fresh paint, yet already carrying the aura of a cult favourite in the making.

2:45 — Mind Frog

Brighton’s Mindfrog brings a wild fusion of country twang, blues grit, psychedelic rock swirl and full‑blown cinematic cowboy swagger. Their sound is nostalgic and unexpected all at once. Like Led Zeppelin riding into a sunset scored by Ennio Morricone, with a haze of Tame Impala‑style dreaminess drifting in behind them. It’s a ride through uncharted musical terrain where boundaries aren’t just blurred, they’re eaten for breakfast.


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