You knew it was coming.
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man”, as a sage wiser and more debauched than most of us once remarked. Such is the headspace of Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs, whose animalistic headspace is set out by their very moniker, yet who have wasted little time in creating an almighty psychic charge that has blown minds and summoned bedlam in sweat-drenched venues across the UK’s underground and beyond.
BAD AURA: members of Gropetown and Vom come together to unleash hell with a devastatingly paced charge into the spleen of darkness. Heavy as fuck noise rock for fans of removing eyelids from carcasses.
Drone Rivers: members of The Cosmic Dead and Headless Kross dress up like space wizards and fry the moisture in the atmosphere with frequency battery. fancy pants music for fancy pants people. Tweezers at the ready, pubes on the run.
First band 8pm