Hailing from the deepest depths of the stickiest carpets are the fresh-on-the-scene pub rockers known as The Jalopies. The controlled commotion created can be categorised by one word; fire. And that flame is only extinguished by one liquid; beer. Fronted by the rolling chaos that is Sid Donovan, and backed by their steady cemented rhythm section, The Jalopies are an act not to be missed. In a time of increasing oblivion, it is absolutely necessary to tether yourselves to the unwavering power of The Jalopies, who are most definitely embedded to the unmoving layers that build this earth.

And supporting The Jalopies are the absent-minded appearing folks of Howl. Certainly a left of the dial group, Howl shoot for the moon and land in the stars. Mixing power pop with power trash, above an underlying current of devil-may-care rock and roll that will be sure to make some sort of impression on anyone willing to lend their ears for the complimentary aural formations of these wise up to you youths.