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Aegean Sun’s mix of pulsing psychedelic disco, wave-like vocal harmonies and stadium sized breaks will make you feel like you’re on a trip towards paradise.
Deep, dark, dreamy indie. Float away on their sound on a Friday evening as they join the Dinosaur City takeover.
A five-headed guitar-pop favourite who’ve delighted stages across Sydney, Australia, and beyond, leading to signings with Burger Records and Spunk. Perfect evening jangle for our pub.
There’s a hole in our radios and our hearts now that Dom’s flown the triple j coop, but he’s finally free to pursue his true passion: dropping bangers from across the globe for sweaty, glitter-covered party people. Please do not throw your bras at him or his friends.
A six-headed shoegaze monster riding in from Perth on a wave of sound. Get lost in the sound of amplifiers pushed to their limits as guitar pedals weave noisy dreams.
A Melbourne pop prodigy, seen last year in Japanese Wallpaper’s band. This year she’s returning to make the stage her own, as she brings her spectral pop to the farm.
At long last, the incredible Kirsty Tickle (Party Dozen, Little Scout) is stepping out with her solo project Exhibitionist. Pop alchemy that’s as striking as it is moving, making for a must-see Pub berth.
'Space cadet noise-pop’ from Newcastle, that started as a solo act and has ballooned into a full band that’s been the delight of festivals like Sounds of the Suburbs and SKEGGS’ Spaghetti Fest.
Our new Sydney crush, creating synth wonderlands that evoke Bleachers, Blood Orange, Carly Rae Jepsen, and many more pop innovators. Get ready to fall in love for yourselves.
“Rock and Roll as told by women”. Centered around one of our best print magazines, Gusher are an incredible voice in music criticism, creating new, better musical narratives with some of the country’s best musical minds. So we’re excited to have them, and their record collections, soundtracking the opening hours of Secret Garden.
A Sydney crew that channel Jamaican soundsystem culture with their hand-made, purpose-built tower of speakers. It’s built for bass, and they’ll be bringing some Saturday morning wobble to the pub with an extended summer set.
Tangled between angelic soul and shy, shuffling pop, like a loved-up summer sleep-in on rumpled sheets. Your new fave.
An eighteen year-old Italian-Australian R&B prodigy with a voice that stops you in your tracks. He’s already worked with influential crews like Thank Guard and Illegal Civilisation, and now he’s visiting our green pastures to make and break even more hearts.
A brand-new post-punk project from members of Den and Solid Effort, bringing it all to the farm for one of their first ever shows.
The dark, synthy project of Sydney’s Phanos Proestos and a revolving cast of instrumentalists, bringing deep vocals, electronic drums and flutes together for intoxicating, modern new-wave.
A celebration of pop music through the medium of the 7” single, closing out the early hours of Saturday night at The Pub as Rich Spanning Time plays nothing but big, celebratory hits.
A brooding, dreamy post-punk project from Sydney that’s supported new faves like Dianas and Angie, and legends like The Scientists and Harry Howard.
Unearthed Artist of the Year, inaugural winner of the Levi’s Music Prize, and one of the biggest breakout stars of 2017. A prophet of quiet, lacerating rage and wit, with a voice that will break your heart, apologise sweetly and hand it back to you better than new.
A summery Sydney favourite fronted by Sarah Sykes (Flowertruck) and Alex McDonald, evoking indie’s dreamiest, catchiest moments.
Sparkling, introspective indie-rock from Brisbane that’s already made a big splash with just two singles, seeing them play with Camp Cope, Julia Jacklin, Rolling Blackouts C.F. and more. Dig deeper, Friday at The Pub.
A supergroup that cover iconic songs from Tarantino films. You’re already picturing it in your head, and it’s all that and more. Enough said.
The perfect marriage of metalcore and party, leaving every place they touch a euphoric mess. Now it’s our turn. Do not miss this set. It may be the heaviest, sweatiest set in our history.