Still something of an unknown quantity Objections prove themselves worthy headliners.

Offers up a subtler twist on the usual chaotic bad vibes, less hedonism and more blank horror.

For best results you should be drunk, in a dark space, submerged in fierce volume.

Do you want a sweaty, garage noise, rock ‘n’ roll fit or do you want the tiresome everyday?

Swirls like mist across an empty landscape of black rock and cold water.

Unlikely perhaps but for some of us this is the feelgood sound of the summer.  

Bong-Ra is getting cosmic, calling on the ancients and pulling strands from his whole career into bass heavy doom rituals.

A deranged and diseased stagger through ugly American dysfunction. They might just be your new favourite band.

When artists offer humble acknowledgement of how well they’re being treated by the crew and how nice it is to play for such a welcoming audience it just underlines what a special festival this is.

If you want to catch The Bobby Lees tearing it up in a small venue, you need to pay attention now. Don’t say I didn’t tell you. 

Plays out their love for techno in some style.

On The Art of Fatigue, Krause get harder, faster, filthier, gnarlier.

Like ghosts of songs you once knew, bleeding through from the past.

The music’s quiet self confidence feels like they’ve been steadily working on their skills in the background that whole time. It’s beautifully made, a calming joy to behold.

The Lovely Eggs hit the stage with little fanfare, blasting straight through four tunes from their last album I Am Moron before stopping for breath. It’s been two years since the album came out. Two long years that this show has been kicked down the ro …

‘Growing Up’ is a good record, varied and accomplished. There’s hope for their future. And that’s a pretty rare feeling these days.    

US/UK noise punk tag team bring the loud discontent in sharp bursts of tense racket.

Yeah, sure, it all sounds the same, the first album is rockin’ an’ reelin’, the second one all squallin’ an’ squealin’ but you can most definitely eat both in one sitting with no unwelcome bloating or drowsiness.

Pulls off the tricky balance between maintaining the band’s core sound and moving it forwards.

While The Body paint the bleakest picture of life, their contradictory appeal is still in making you feel less alone in your misery.

They bristle with ideas and mischief, playing an overheated mix of ugly electronics, widescreen guitars and crackling percussion.