• Review by Egigs

    “Having seen Slamboree at Beat Herder festival 2012, I’m afraid I’ve 
    been badgering as many people as I can to watch their live performances 
    on Youtube or better still, in the flesh. I can count on the fingers of 
    a recently deported cleric’s hand, the number of bands whose live 
    performances have had such a huge and immediate impact on me. I make an early commitment to attend the gig and don’t manage to convince any of 
    my friends to come with me. Ahhh. Nervously reading more and more about Rumpus, I get the feeling that heading out alone won’t be a problem, the evening sounds like I’ll be in the company of plenty of “friends I 
    haven’t met yet”.

    The reports make the event sound like an indoor festival and butterflies 
    stir my stomach and onlookers gaze on as I make my train journey into 
    London in fancy dress. I arrive at the venue (an old theatre), and make 
    my way to the bar as the theme from Star Wars’ Mos Eisley Cantina plays 
    in the background. The musical choice seems very appropriate as I gaze 
    around my fellow creatures inhabiting the beautifully decorated venue.

    Succumbing to my urge to explore, I take a wander up the stairs to a DJ 
    spinning some great tunes. I’ve no idea who it is but there’s an 
    eclectic mix of ska and bass heavy beats getting an airing and plenty of 
    bodies swaying appreciatively. Upstairs again and another bar area but 
    this one has a completely different vibe to it. The hair and make-up 
    artists of ‘Hairy Poppins Pop Up Hair Salon’ set about transforming 
    punters. Taking direction in beautification, they set about their work 
    with broad smiles on their faces and fast working fingers.

    A tarot reader has developed quite a following and there’s a lovely 
    selection of handmade jewellery for sale too.

    Meanwhile back on planet Rumpus and out into a ‘Blade Runner’ style 
    alleyway come smoking area, further ‘rooms’ lead to strange places. A 
    ball pit (adult size), and art gallery with all manner of weird and 
    wonderful paintings and 3D pieces are on display are busy with people.

    The Travelling Tavern is playing some blissful deep dub with a bass so 
    heavy I can feel it in my chest. It’s lovely. Just up a set of stairs, 
    ‘Suck My Rock’ has put together a photo shoot set and plenty of people 
    are getting snapped. The maze like venue is a perfect location for this 
    kind of event.

    I catch the end of Gypsy Hill whose fast paced Balkan style sets the 
    scene perfectly for my highlight Slamboree. Slamboree take to the stage 
    and I’m really not quite sure how it’s happened but I’ve managed to get 
    to the front of a packed crowd. The madness begins. Now, if you haven’t 
    seen it, I feel like I’m about to ruin something quite magical by trying 
    to describe Slamboree with something as clumsy as words. Apologies, I’ll 
    try not to let them down.

    Excitement mounts among the expectant crowd at the front; we all know 
    we’re in for a real treat. Mike Freear appears, almost conductor like 
    and takes his place behind the decks. He is accompanied by musicians and 
    performers and the whole place explodes into life. The brass section on 
    stage introduces a track and a Balkan stomp envelops us. A wordless call 
    to dance has been signalled and we are GO!

    The next hour and a half moves seamlessly through a musical and 
    theatrical masterpiece. At one point I notice the Cheshire cat is 
    projected onto a backdrop, but really, when there’s this much happening 
    on the stage, the projections seem superfluous.

    During the set, the singer’s lungs seem to be supplying endless fuel to 
    a deep and powerful voice as she moves to the barrier. A few feet away I 
    hear the unamplified and amplified version of her vocals. She is 
    amazing. I’m captivated and forget for a moment that I really ought to 
    take some photos. On stage, the trombone player has laid down his brass 
    and is stomping around the stage. He seems to have been possessed and 
    has become an unlikely accident out of wedlock from Dr Zeuss, Jim Henson 
    and Albert Hoffman.

    While the music grabs us by the ears lobes and shakes, on stage there’s 
    fire! One of the performers is spinning a hula hoop on each limb (no 
    mean feat on its own), whilst moving rhythmically, to the tunes. There’s 
    juggling, street dance and the Balkan circus rave is born.

    Somewhere behind me in the crowd, (seemingly about 15 metres away), I 
    can hear a trumpet. It seems like a trick by the soundman, a sound 
    magically thrown to the back of the room. As I turn around I see a man a 
    few paces away, playing what looks like a half sized trumpet. I’ve had 
    this before at gigs, people who aren’t on stage playing instruments. 
    Almost every other time it’s been awful. Not this time. The man is 
    ushered forward to the barrier by those on stage.

    Again the singer comes to the front with a microphone and he is 
    amplified properly. Nobody wants the mic taken away, he’s bang on the 
    money and everyone is lapping it up. I hope someone from the band gets 
    his number; this is a magical Slamboree experience!

    A crescendo is reached and things calm slightly as a barefoot Beans On 
    Toast makes a guest appearance. His poetic rapping and poetry with folk 
    undertones are known to me and it’s a great surprise to see him in this 

    Musical highlights are the Slamboree take on ‘Zorba The Greek’, the slow 
    hand clap building and building, and the 1980s’ video game sound of 
    ‘Little Boxes’. I’m afraid a lot of the rest of the set I can’t put 
    names to, but one thing’s for sure, these guys are on form. Miss them 
    performing near you and you’re bound to regret it.

    Rumpus is a great night out, I make new friends, talk to loads of people 
    and I’m sad when it’s all over. Looking back I wonder where the night 
    has gone, isn’t that the way the best nights out end?”

  • Fluff vs Filth Guestlist Review

    “Guestlist refuse to miss most Rumpi. In accordance with this policy, we 
    were frontline partiers at February’s event, which saw fluffy costumes 
    pitted against bondage-inspired ‘filth’ costumes, in what is fast 
    becoming known as one of London’s most fabulous nights out.

    We spent most of the night on the dancefloor, although it wasn’t nearly 
    enough, and made sure to get our fill of the ball pit, which had 
    tolerable queues throughout the night for the understandable reason of 
    it’s being a unique selling-point of the event.

    Islington Metalworks is by far our favourite Rumpus venue, containing as 
    it does said ball pit, as well as a cinema room, a food van and a 
    cavernous array of rooms across multiple floors which dizzy the 
    funloving attendee. Located in Angel, it’s the perfect place for a 

    Since the last party was so good, we’re fully recommending the next, 
    taking place this Friday at the same venue between 10pm and 6am. Get 
    tickets here.”

  • Rumpus Vol. 21: Day Of The Undead Creatures

    ‘Torture Garden without so much hanky panky’ was how a chum described Rumpus parties to me. That teamed with their infamous fancy dress themes had my attention from the word go!

    Let me explain a little. Rumpus is a travelling party who have built up a immense following in the underground alternative scene throughout the years. Their costumes are a thing of legends; with ‘Pirates vs. Ninjas’ and ‘Creatures under the Sea’ being just a couple of their previous themes.


  • Rumpus Vol. 14: 20,000 Creatures Under The Sea

    So, my beauties, there we were, on the deck of the MS Stubnitz, late of Hamburg, now come to Canary Wharf, the icy air seeking out our exposed flesh, surrounded by all manner of weird creatures, some with the smell of seamen about them, but many from worlds strange and unfathomable. We found ourselves in the midst of a great rumpus of noise and commotion, at once assailed and bewildered by the desperate voyage now embarked. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 9: Tomorrow’s Party, Today!

    I barely know where to start to describe a night at Rumpus. Rumpus is like an adult wonderland with something different going on in every room. I felt like an over-sized child wandering from one atmosphere to the next (it didn’t help that my costume made me look like I was about to go to a children’s birthday party, nor that we all at one point ventured into the Ball Pit. Yes, there is an adult-sized ball pit.) (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 8: Carnival of the Animals

    I arrive early, just before opening time at the Islington Metal Works in the hope of slipping in unnoticed to the sell-out Rumpus party that has recently been the subject of dirty whispers from those in the know. Tonight is the ‘Carnival of the Creatures’ and I’ve managed to wing it as my lady friend is running a stall selling animal tails to the furry masses queuing in the cold outside. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 8: Carnival of the Animals

    ‘Is my tail wonky?’ I find myself staring at the behind of a man dressed as a tiger wearing the tail of a fox. I make a slight adjustment, give him a pat, and send the tiger-fox on his way. I need to get back to the important matter of considering my own tail.

    We’re in the Tall Tails corner of a warehouse in London’s Islington where you can buy yourself a tail to match your outfit. But zebra or dragon? These are the sort of obscure questions you find yourself asking at Rumpus, probably one of the best roving parties in London right now. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 6: Dia De Las Criaturas Muertas

    It was only my second Rumpus ever, but the night confirmed for me that this is my favourite party in London town. The mini-festival atmosphere incapsulated by the big old warehouse premises of the Electrowerkz in Islington was electrified by a sheer endless array of random moments created by a beautiful mix of people. Almost everyone made an effort to dress up – which meant I could have almost been blindfolded and still would have been able to take brilliant shots. I felt like all I needed to do was to point and shoot and I could be guaranteed someone interesting was doing something interesting right in front of me. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 6: Dia De Las Criaturas Muertas

    I heard about this event from some friends at AntiChrist and it sounded like an event that was not to be missed. They were right. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 6: Dia De Las Criaturas Muertas

    When I first decided to attend Rumpus I had absolutely no idea what to expect. Their website held promises of bands with names like Sam the Womp, Penny Black Remedy and Perhaps Contraption, and attractions like the Rubbish Sideshow Circus and Jungle is Massive. Upon further investigation nothing became any less obscure; phrases like ‘art rave’, ‘secret garden meets Shangri La’, and ‘psychedelic tea party’ were thrown around, but that didn’t really clue me in (although it definitely excited me). Well now I’ve been, and I can see why it was so difficult to find a concrete definition of Rumpus. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 5: Very First Birthday!

    For my kinda liking Rumpus is the best party that London has to offer.

    Like a mini Secret Garden Party it offers absolute nutterness for anyone who doesnt take life or themselves too serious. Just dive into the rabbit-hole for one night and see what happens when you get out of it again. (more…)

  • Rumpus Vol. 5: Very First Birthday!

    I think it’s safe to say that Rumpus has established itself as one of the finest club nights in the capital.

    • Des O’Connor – The Undisputed King of Cabaret
  • Rumpus Vol. 3: Carnival!

    Passing five aliens in the foyer, we enter the madness. And it’s straight to Clapton Metropole Room where a makeshift pineapple bar serves pretty unsavoury cocktails to speakeasy sounds. There’s a Tell Tale corner offering animal tails for a tenner and it’s got that fresh, early morning festival vibe, with small groups animatedly chatting to one another as we wait for things to really kick off.


  • Katie Antoniou

    London sees many new clubnights come and go- some fail to achieve what they were aiming for, many become victims of their own success. So when a new night comes along that actually hits the spot, you’re slightly loathed to tell everyone about it. But to keep Rumpus a secret would be to go against everything that makes it special- its sense of inclusion, the need for participation and the lack of any pretensions or exclusivity. It’s grown from a gathering of a few hundred people in 2010, to the two thousand+ strong party coming up in June. Rumpus will also be bringing the party to Wilderness Festival this year. While the venues may change, the key Rumpus ingredients stay the same: music, performance and your imagination. The team members are always on hand with costume rails and make-up areas to help you embrace your Rumpus alter ego. (more…)

  • Amandine Jean

    C’était le quatrième anniversaire de la Rumpus Party vendredi 6 juin, une soirée devenue mythique et incontournable pour ses thèmes déguisés.

    Il est peu avant minuit, l’heure pour les créatures de la nuit de rejoindre le Coronet Theatre, à Elephant and Castle. Le thème de la soirée est “Frontiers”. On croise donc dans les rues pas mal d’Indiens d’Amérique et de cows boys en goguette, mais aussi des gens habillés de guirlandes lumineuses, des animaux…. pour une interprétation plus figurée ou personnelle du thème. On pénètre dans un théâtre qui date de la seconde partie du XIXe siècle au son de percussions brésiliennes. (more…)