We Hate The Sharkman

Join the funky and furious We Hate The Sharkman for a night at the zoo.

The evening begins in the largest aquazone this side of Greenland, where guests marvel at the whale sanctuary. Most notably, the Beluga—a funk-fusion beast with a psychedelic glint in its eyes. There’s nothing arctic about this particular cetacean; it’s guaranteed to make the crowd groove. It doesn’t eat bass—it shreds it.

Next, the journey continues to the primate kingdom, a realm of constant shenanigans. This time, The Lemur Conspiracy are causing chaos, spreading their signature afrobeat and jazz-fusion sound among gibbons galore. Expect swinging lemurs, swinging horns, and dancing humans.

A secluded area catches someone’s eye, prompting an exploration. Upon passing through a staff-only door, they discover a laboratory marked RESTRICTED CREATURES. Chaos erupts. A half-shark, half-man screeches while gorging. A boiling flask shatters overhead, launched by his fins, releasing a potent green gas. His eyes pierce the soul, igniting a hatred deeper than anything felt before. He advances.

Suddenly, out of the gas, emerge seven heroes of our time. Their name: We Hate The Sharkman. The newcomer joins them for a night of full-scale boogie at Yellow Arch Studios, Sheffield, before the group embarks on a quest across the UK to defeat the Sharkman once and for all.