Brixton's finest streetwise felines — hip hop, lo-fi grooves & pure alley-cat swagger, headlining the Camp Out Silent Disco.
Born in the backstreets of Brixton, the Catastrophic Crew are a trio of streetwise felines blending hip hop, lo-fi grooves and alley-cat swagger. Frontcat Roo cut his teeth on his human's reggae records before falling hard for boom bap and breaks — and a deep, scratchy love of vinyl.
The self-proclaimed first cat hip-hop crew to lay down bars at Litter Box Studios, they spin tales straight from the cat's-eye view:
Managed (and de-flea'd) by their humans Archie & Richard, they're bringing the whole genre-hopping catalogue to the Patrol Field for one night only. Headsets on. Claws out.
One field, three cats, every genre going. Tap a track to have a listen — then meet them on the headsets Saturday night.








From Addicted to Catnip to Schrödinger Picked the Wrong Cat — a relentless release schedule for three cats with one shared brain cell. Tap any cover to listen.



















Roocat is the original cat, the big cat, the OG: elder statesman, bin-top monarch, tap-water tyrant, and former full-time menace. He is the law of Sudbourne Road. He has lived, fought, watched, judged, and evolved into a senior feline philosopher with a dented green-bin throne.
Roocat teaches the kittens the old ways: territory, patience, bin life, under-duvet operations, and the sacred art of making humans obey. He has trained the household to turn on the tap, lift him down from places he immediately jumps back onto, and provide tribute in the form of treats, warmth, and respect.
He is severe but loving, ancient but still dangerous, sentimental beneath the murder-machine exterior. He remembers Boobie, carries the older stories, and knows that every cat is only ever one missed meal away from becoming a lion. In the Crew, Roocat is mentor, monarch, security risk, and spiritual threat. 👑
MC Hiccup is the ginger heart of the Catastrophic Crew: soft, greedy, chaotic, affectionate, and operating on what may be the crew's single shared brain cell. He is slow to the food bowl until he realises food is happening, at which point he becomes unstoppable. He is cuddly, daft, and suspiciously good at getting himself into trouble.
Hiccup believes in peace, snacks, play-fights, dreamy dreams, and inappropriate nap locations. He is friendly with dogs, relaxed around foxes, and generally too emotionally open for a cat with survival instincts. He once caught a mouse, but Roocat handled the eating, which tells you everything about Hiccup's relationship with violence.
In the crew, Hiccup is the accidental comic genius: the lookout who falls asleep during the heist, the clean-up crew for leftover treats, the cat who drinks from places best not discussed, and the ginger philosopher of "love over fear". He is not always useful, but he is always present — usually sideways, upside down, or wedged into a box too small for him. 🧡
MC Valley is the shadow queen of the Catastrophic Crew: sleek, silent, dramatic, and permanently busy with secret appointments. Known as Goth Girl, Sock Thief, and the Void on the Move, she is a specialist in night operations, laundry crime, and appearing exactly where she was not invited.
Valley does not steal socks by accident. It is not confusion. It is not play. It is art, empire, and logistics. She prowls Sudbourne Road and the surrounding territory with professional intent, collecting odd socks, building stashes, and leaving humans to live with the consequences.
She is fast, sly, stylish, and entirely convinced that the household exists to support her schedule. Her nap standards are high, her patience is low, and her final destination is usually a human lap she will pretend not to want before claiming it as sovereign territory. Once settled, movement is forbidden. 🖤
Managed (and de-flea'd) by their humans Archie & Richard · with guests across the catalogue including Stray Cat, Squirrel Hunter & King Cat — and always, in spirit, Boobie. 🐾
We cornered the Catastrophic Crew at Litter Box Studios, Brixton — Roocat enthroned on a green bin, Hiccup wedged upside-down in a shoebox, Valley watching from a shadow nobody had noticed. A bowl of Dreamies was negotiated in advance.
ROOCAT: I have stared down a fox on the wall at 3am. A field of children in headphones does not frighten me. They will respect the bin. I mean the stage.
HICCUP: We share one brain cell and it was my turn that week.
VALLEY: He is joking. There is no brain cell. There is only the work, the night, and the socks.
ROOCAT: A cat contains multitudes. Also we get bored. Touch My Tummy is minimal techno because that is how it feels — minimal, then a betrayal.
VALLEY: No.
VALLEY: …It is not theft. It is logistics. It is an empire. Sudbourne Road sleeps with one sock on.
HICCUP: Dogs are friends. Foxes are just big confused cats. I caught a mouse once and gave it to Roocat because sharing is nice. He ate the whole thing. That's love.
ROOCAT: (long pause) We don't forget our own. Every cat is one missed meal from becoming a lion, and one good lap from becoming a kitten again. Next question.
HICCUP: Snacks, hopefully. Naps, definitely. I might fall asleep mid-song. That's part of it.
VALLEY: You will not see me arrive. You will not see me leave. Check your socks afterwards.
ROOCAT: Pitch your tent. Mind the bins. Leave the tap running. We'll handle the rest.