The Thief Who Stole My Sundays. Four mates. Countless Sundays lost. What began as a vinyl-only soundtrack to slow-cooked roasts in East London pubs became an unmissable ritual. From disco to soul, breaks to broken beats - spun back-to-back across Stoke Newington, Hackney, and Clapton. Always dusty. Always live. Always longer than planned. Since 2015, they've been recording the feeling - each mix a memory, a moment. Now into their 20th year of playing out together, they're leaning into festivals, day parties, and retreats that keep their original Sunday spirit alive. The Thief Who Stole My Sundays is still, to this day, the same four mates. Matt, Ben, Rob, and Jon 🙏✌️