with Special Guests
| 0 | BRIGHTON: The Rossi Bar (info) |
|---|---|
| P | Wednesday 3rd June, 2026 |
| N | Door time: 7:30pm Start time: 8:00pm |
| . | 18 and over |
| C | Music - General |
Formed by Isabella Alcock (vocals, synths) and Rory ‘Maz’ Maslen (bass/synths), Leeds’ electro-pop newcomers Kiosk deliver an enigmatic fusion of electronoise, darkwave and dream-pop. Distinguished by aloof vocals, analogue synths, hypnotic drum machines and heavily processed basslines, their sound channels the immediacies of PVA and Working Men’s Club, but darkened by the gothic mysteries of late 00s synth-pop.
A regular on a flourishing Leeds DIY scene centred around Private Regcords - the grassroots label/promoter responsible for releases/tours from contemporaries Bathing Suits, Normal Village and Rhiannon Hope - the band’s shape-shifting live show has traipsed across the UK across the last 12 months.
Opening for Machine Girl on their recent tour, the duo have shared stages with numerous rising names such as SILVERWINGKILLER, Mermaid Chunky, Tatyana, Mould, Bug Teeth, CLT DRP and Another Country $$$$.
Following on from the ethereal sting of 2025 debut ‘Dogma’, double release ‘Heaven Sent/Sure Shot’ - out 17th February - reveals the band at their most direct. Recording with Benny Howell - AKA Leeds/Berlin resident DJ and producer DJ Subaru - ‘Heaven Sent’ serves heavy acid house with existential confusion, while ‘Sure Shot’ unleashes a dizzying combo of improvised spoken word and furious techno.
With Special Guest
Solid Pleasure
Neave Merrick and Lucy Milani are two synth freaks who bonded over mutual obsessions - Italo disco at 3AM, synth-pop gloss, acid house sweat, no wave abrasion, Lynchian dream-logic, and Giallo’s blood-red glamour. Their sound is what happens when all those worlds collide: neon romance, industrial pulse, and cinematic dread fused into something sleek, beautiful, and undeniably theirs. Their live show is a voltage spike - drum machines snarling, synths mutating in real time, everything teetering on the edge of total chaos. Its club ritual meets art-house fever dream: unpredictable, magnetic, and impossible to look away from.