The Spooky Men's Chorale
Union Chapel, Compton Terrace, Off Upper ST, N1 2XD London Kort
mið. 05.08.2026 18:30
The Spooky Men’s Chorale is a magnificent, many-headed beast which has single- handedly turned the world of men’s singing upside down. Bypassing well trodden avenues, they carve out new territories of mighty man sounds, exquisite tenderness, and charming stupidity to both celebrate masculinity and mock it.
The Spooky Men’s Chorale is 25 this year, and this tour they will celebrate their birthday with some delightful crumpets from their shimmering, ludicrous history, as well as the usual smorgasbord of tantalising new bon bons. To see them is to forever not unsee them, they are just a bunch of blokes, but where they take you will blow your mind….
In the UK/Europe they have appeared at major festivals including Tonder (Denmark), Cambridge, Broadstairs, Wickham, Camp Bestival, Towersey, Shrewsbury, and Edinburgh Fringe. Theatrical venues have, St David’s Hall (Cardiff), The Philharmonic (Liverpool), Colston Hall (Bristol), the Sheldonian (Oxford) and Sage Gateshead
They are drooling with delight to be returning to The Union Chapel for their special anniversary year.
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The Spooky Men's Chorale
The Spooky Men’s Chorale is a vast, rumbling, steam powered and black clad behemoth, seemingly accidentally capable of rendering audiences moist eyed with mute appreciation or haplessly gurgling with merriment. Based on the twin pillars of grand foolishness and the quest for the perfect subwoofer-rattling boofchord, the Spooky Men seek to commentate on the absurdity and grandeur of the modern male armed only with their voices, a sly collection of hats and facial hair, and a twinkle in the eye.
Formed in the Blue Mountains of NSW in 2001 by Christchurch born spookmeister Stephen Taberner, the Spooky Men soon attracted attention with a judicious combination of Georgian table songs, pindrop beautiful ballads, highly inappropriate covers, and immaculate man anthems like “Don’t stand between a a man and his tool”, all of which amounted to a manifesto for the new breed of man: happily suspended between thug and wimp