Dead Finks + Amöbe Körkl + Busenneid

In the organizer's words:

DEAD FINKS

https://deadfinkera.bandcamp.com/

Dead Finks is New Zealand-born duo Erin Violet and Joseph Thomas playing post-punk music in the tradition of Wire, Sonic Youth and Parquet Courts. Their current incarnation is a 4 piece band based in Berlin featuring Drake Elliott on guitar and Finn Charlton-Jones on drums.

The band started gaining traction in 2021 when the video for their single "(My Human) Extinction" was premiered on the taste-making Harakiri Diät channel, becoming a modest hit in underground punk circles. They gained further attention after being hand-picked by Detroit post-punk stalwarts Protomartyr to support several dates of their 2022 EU tour, and went on to support Dry Cleaning on the entire European leg of their 2023 world tour.

Their most recent album is 2024's "Eve of Ascension", a "prelapsarian nine-track survey of suffering shot through with anxious belligerence, in which paranoid chants ring out with sputtering non-defeat and woozy caterwauling harmonies go toe-to-toe against insistently sclerotic drumming". It is available now through Urge Records.

AMÖBE KÖRKL

https://amoebekoerkl.bandcamp.com/

Amöbe Körkl - Demö

(Tape/Digital 2024, Höllenfrau Records)

This post/noise-punk quartet delivers a wonderfully rich sound here! A Demö that is on a par with Unsane and the like and with four songs is actually far too short, but that's just complaining at a high noise level. A super earthy stomach pit bass (Ampeg?), riotous drums and two guitars that scream along with the vocals and show classic chord textbooks who's the boss here. Yes! Just like that! I hope there'll be more of them soon, because I could well imagine "Ö" becoming my favorite letter. Amöbe Körkl have also posted an excellent, top-produced video for the song "Fehler" on YouTube. I think we need allö möre AMÖBE KÖRKL!

Isidor Fanzine / Issue 10 / January 2024

BUSENNEID

Brraaa brrrra! Oho! BUSENNEID, a divinely lewd duo, like a steaming supper of lust and sound, of envy and rapture, of breasts and asses, yes, what a sweet stench of desire! One person, screaming like a goat in love, drums with so much fervor that even the holy thunderbolt would be in awe. She is at the limit. Sings, screams, cries, fucks your heart with her voice, brother. The other one, who is mighty on the bass, makes the strings vibrate as if her foxy backside itself had decided to be a monument of lust. Oh the bass is, deep, dirty, real and I'll say it again this ass, chucha, a poem, Brudi, a Mona Lisa in a bathing suit.

Exotic-punk-grunge-doom-metal-jazz-fusion.

Not a name, but a law. Like when Cobain meets Sun Ra in the urinal and Lenin is tapping the beat on MDMA! Oh, listen to the sound! And the languages! Spanish, some English, German, and sometimes a tongue that even a drunken sailor wouldn't know how to interpret!

Breasts here, bottom there and you drooling and sweating in between.

So come on, you idealists de mierda, get your ears wet with BUSENNEID, or I'll sit down and shit on everyone who doesn't!