Hot Mulligan rolled into The Roundhouse for their biggest London show to date, and if you weren’t there? I’m so sorry. Book your therapy now for having missed it…

Words & photos by Felix Bartlett (@bartlettfelixhc) | 13 March 2026

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For me and many alike Mid-West Emo Winter officially came to a close last night in London. Hot Mulligan rolled into The Roundhouse for their biggest London show to date, and if you weren’t there?I’m so sorry. Book your therapy now for having missed it.

A quick tactical chunder from a punter nearby and we were locked in, ready, and absolutely gagging for it. The Winter Depression Era? Cooked. Done. Buried. Hot Mulligan showed up to London and put it in the ground.

The Roundhouse filled out, the lights dropped, the crowd lost their minds, and five lads from Lansing, Michigan strolled out like they owned the place. No long intro. No faff. Straight into Moving to Bed Bug Island and the whole room was singing before the first chorus had even arrived.

From there it was full send. And A Big Load and It Smells Like Fudge Axe In Here kept the new album energy flying high, with the crowd matching every single note, every single scream. Frontman Tades Sanville with banter fully loaded, heart entirely on sleeve as you’d bloody expect. “Island in the Sun” and “Bon Jonah” kept the new stuff rolling – the latter preceded by Tades simply pointing at bassist Jonah and yelling his name before calling him handsome and launching straight into it. The interlude “This Makes Me Yummy” gave everyone about twelve seconds to breathe before “Monica Lewinskibidi” hit.

Look, the setlist was absolutely chocka every song a banger, no skips, no filler, not even a moment to check your phone. But if we’re talking peak of the night? It has to be “How Do You Know It’s Not Armadillo Shells?” The second those opening notes rang out, it was over. Every single person in The Roundhouse had their hands in the air, voices completely gone, screaming every word back at the stage.

I could go on and on about the setlist but hey you just had to be there! Albeit I couldn’t leave out an honourable mention of “Equip Sunglasses” which closed the night out in a storm of crowd surfers, circle pits, and absolute pandemonium until the very last note.

My mid-west emo craving? Satisfied. My winter depression? Obliterated. Hot Mulligan at The Roundhouse was escapism in its purest, loudest, most emotionally devastating form providing the much needed fun I’ve been craving. If they’re coming back, you already know what to do.