Update 28.1.: We regret to inform you that Eera won’t be able to make it to Berlin due to unforeseen circumstances. However, we’re excited to announce that bod will be joining us in his place. Blending technospiritual elements with the voices of people from diverse places, bod breaks down what once appeared to be a closed system of contexts and meanings, redefining coherence in the wake of new, emergent intelligence.

After a wild 2024 concert with Snow Strippers and Surf Gang’s evilgiane and Eera, we had to have the NYC collective back for the festival proper. In a takeover of Alte Münze’s Maschine floor, we’re gathering a host of these unholy noisemakers for a night of debauched aural pleasures—all guts, no gloss.

Surf Gang founder evilgiane has become a cornerstone of alternative rap’s DIY ethos. His fingerprints are all over the underground and mainstream alike, shaping its pulse with ethereal, genre-blurring productions for everyone from Playboi Carti and A$AP Rocky to cult favorites like Bktherula and Black Kray. Layering complex emotions into sounds that are equal parts gritty and surreal, his vibe thrives on unpredictability and the extremes of emotion—ecstatic highs, crushing lows, and seething anger.

fakemink embodies a stark dichotomy of luxury and grit through both his music and persona. At just 19, he operates almost entirely from the confines of his bedroom, a cluttered sanctuary where an unrelenting stream of creativity takes form. fakemink’s sound skirts the boundaries of jerk-inspired rhythms, but distilled through a sense of nocturnal detachment, rich with introspection and the alienated confidence of someone meticulously crafting their vision since childhood.

In the dim, fogged chambers of Lauren Duffus’ aurals, there’s a palpable tension between ruin and rebirth, each moment teetering on the edge of dissolution before lurching into clarity sculpted from shadow: unyielding structures redolent of dredged choirs and the flickering whisper of shrouded lanterns. Drawn heavily on witch house’s haunted atmospherics and the somber pulse of drill’s mournful chords, Duffus channels cinematic compositions that reverberate with the catharsis of unspoken emotions, supplicating a sublimation of personal pain into soundscapes that creak and shriek.

Rooted in Berlin’s experimental undercurrents, ANTHEM deconstructs the familiar—dancehallisms, rapthms, and fragments of found sounds—reassembling them into kaleidosonic mosaics. Formerly known as 4D:8K_GUARDEDTRIPZ, the producer and sound designer has become adept at making each track feel like a journey through the Dreamlands, beats bending and twisting into impossible fractals that slap you upside the face before dissolving into shimmering afterimages. Both cerebral and physical, it’s designed to soundtrack moments that linger long after the last note fades.

Sound-shaper, world-builder, agent of chaos and euphoria—Europa’s art spills across sound, video, and installation, spiral, loop, burst into bloom like wildflowers, take root in soiled cracks of concrete. He births his music in the liminal: penned in jet-lagged twilight, forged in the groaning belly of planes, trains, and transit purgatories. His songs are restless, »alive«, shedding old skins as new ones form, always on the cusp of somewhere else. Pop is rendered into pixelated shards, club anthems stretched to their breaking point, ambient tones leaking glittery viscera.

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