Hot on the heels of their new album RockNRoll Machine, the Norwegian deathpunk dictators are set to headline Helldorado. Besides some brand spanking new anthems, there will be plenty of classics full of Turbonegrossness for denim sailors, Jugend gals and Apocalypse Dudes. Before they land in Eindhoven the sextet is going on a glory ride around the globe, so this show is bound to be beyond epic.
Hailing from Germany’s capital city, this Doomsday Machine fires off weapons of mass distortion, based on Blue Cheer power trio tactics and Sabbathian proto-metal dipped in Hawkwind’s acid. Steering away from überheavy stoner and endless jams, Kadavar has the punch of a grand garage band with tons of good songs and the skills to nail ‘em in a Berlin Wall of sound.
Death Alley’s first outing was a split release with Peter Pan Speedrock in 2013 and since the demise of PPSR, Death Alley carry the torch worldwide as the main hard rock & roll band from the Lowlands. They approach the magic of rock with a psyched-out punk vibe to kick out the jams in this day and age. These Supernatural Predators roam from Boogieland to Superbia.
Death Do Us Part Danger Show
At the first Helldorado this husband and wife couple got such a great response, we didn’t think twice to ask them back for the second edition. Charlie and Rachel Atlas perform vaudeville antics on the razor’s edge. They take knife-wielding and sword-swallowing to the next level and put the ax back in sex.
Vurro is not a one-man band, it’s a lone creature feature. Half man, half cow, this mythical being from rural Spain plays modified organs left and right, kicks drums and sound pedals with his feet, smashes cymbals with his horns and all the while elbow bells are ringing. The shamanic honky tonk rock & roll rhythm is wondrously infectious, so before you know it you’re making mad cow moves.
The Hip Priests
The inbred, oversexed, white trash bastard sons of Iggy P, Johnny T, Lemmy and Handsome Dick. A glorious mess of rampantly sexual, souped up, lubed up, fucked up, low rent, hot assed anthemic spunk rock & roll. Jesus died so they can ride: zero fucks given with 20.000 watts of lust from the saints of excess.
Where would such an outlandish style as psychotic flamencore originate? Danmark of course! Peter and Kristian Sandorff were part of Nekromantix’ heyday and together with bassist Jeppe they are bringing something fresh to the fore. Is it the three amigos of gringo a-gogo surfdustrial mariachi mania in a spaghetti splatter western on Dia de Muertos? Close, but no cigar. In the name of the muthas, the scum and the Hola Ghost, can we get an amen?!