Off the back of their latest LP, Not.Psych, seemingly a nod to their distain at being psychedelically pigeon holed, Cali trippers The Growlers brought a Wizard of Oz vibe to the Scala, playing in full Halloween get-up. Known for their tweaky live shows, they are part of a 60s revival-reverb fuelled-surfing-stoner that hails from the waves of Southern California, a sound they have coined as 'Beach Goth'. Miles from the coast in central London, it was a surf commune brought to the big smoke.

The venue seems a step up for the band; their visit last time had them in the Shacklewell Arms. This tour comes off the back of their newest LP, but the band are sitting on 4 full-lengths and countless other b-sides and releases, as well as never spending more than a few weeks off the road, they have earned the slot. For a band named after old surf chat for taking a dump ("I gotta take a growler") it's not bad going.

London's Big Cosmos starting the proceedings, with chilled coast vibes flooding in as nonchalant surf trio, Tomorrows Tulips follow them. Fronted by Alex (he's big in the surf world) Knost. Their four-to-the-floor reverb laced, Velvet Underground style, sets the mood for a night full of throwback moustache clad punters.


It doesn't take long to get people off their feet and in the air, it all adds a flying' monkeys feel of the evening. They pile in with 'Gay Thoughts', already there are beer cans passing heads and shielded pedal boards. Singer Brooks Nielsen's signature bop takes full swing as tunes covering their entire back catalogue are delivered in their own inimitably lackadaisically baled way.

At times a few faces are left blank at older songs, but are rejuvenated as the twee bop of new songs like 'Tell It How It Is' and 'Ol' Rat Face' set the place alive. They're self-aware and make the embellished stage show look effortless as they piece together b-sides ('People Don't Change Blues') and singles ('Acid Rain') to keep everyone in the room happy.

After a demanded encore and very little chat, they have stormed through a lengthy set and kept the place dancing and sweaty. It was another UK stint over for the salty Costa Mesa kids, but part of a growing journey for a band that refuses to keep things simple. Their drug-tinted take on classic pop keeps them interesting and their live shows wild, even if it's something that would suffer in larger venues.