NOISE FACTORY UNITED: The Quickets Blade In The west
Balancing on the edge between control and lawlessness to the tunes of dystopian synths and rhythmic bass can be a sign of happy angst… NOISE FACTORY UNITED – The Quickets Blade In The west
MAGNETIC SPACEMEN: Carousel
Dirty garage punk that, with a fierce attitude and a powerful chorus, gets people swinging their furry legs on the dance floor’s meat market… MAGNETIC SPACEMEN: Meat Boys
DREAMWAVE: Moon Buggy
Psychedelic rock with dreamy sequences and a surf feel that makes us flip over and turn inside out in beautiful debauchery on the dance floor. DREAMWAVE – Moon Buggy
ROME IS NOT A TOWN: Golden Fever
Lovely mid-tempo indie rock that takes us on a trip outside my mind and if their awesome song is gold, I’m the one with gold fever. ROME IS NOT A TOWN – Golden Fever
USELESS EATERS: LUSH BOMB
Drum intro and a nice messy soundscape create a wonderfully punky feeling bordering on noise, and if you are allowed to choose, you’ll listen on and on… USELESS EATERS – LUSH BOMB
THE MAGGIE PILLS: Hearts Enduring Lingering Loss
With magnetic darkness, the dry lips are moistened through sound curtains and alternative shifts that you wish to experience repeatedly. THE MAGGIE PILLS – Dry Mouth In Limbo
BART AND THE BRATS: Missed Hits
Insanely good punk that has a hard time keeping the speed limit, but that puts the chorus in your head before you can repeat the title three times. BART AND THE BRATS – Sick Sick Sick
SLOKS: Sloks 7”
It’s primitive, raw garage-like noise punk and sometimes teeters on the edge of cacophony, but at the same time is so wonderful that euphoria is close… SLOKS – Stab Me
SPLIT SYSTEM: No Cops In Heaven / Pull The Trigger
With raw energy and a matching sound, they get outlet for what they think and what they want to avoid in their paradise while I hear the soundtrack in mine. SPLIT SYSTEM – No Cops In Heaven
REVEREND BEAT-MAN & MILAN SLICK: Death Crossed The Street
The kind of music your mother warned about, that shakes everyone’s ass with the most brutal garage punk clatter you’ve heard since Jesus crossed the street. REVEREND BEAT-MAN & MILAN SLICK: Fuck You Jesus