Every now and then, a band kicks down the doors of convention, two-steps across the rulebook, and hurls it gleefully into the sea. Hello Kitty Fun Land are very much that band. They're like someone put fireworks in a tumble dryer and soundtracked it with caffeinated thrash metal.
They recently stormed their way to victory at Bury Sound and now they’re headed for the Smokehouse. Yes!
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Time: 7.30pm - 11pm
Venue: The Smokehouse, Ipswich
Tickets: £7.50+bf
Age Restrictions: 14+ (14- 15s must be accompanied by an adult)Accessibility: There is step-free access into the venue and the bar / venue is all on one floor. There is a Changing Places toilet across the courtyard from the venue. Please be aware we are a small venue. For further information, please email info@brightenthecorners.co.uk so we can make your visit as comfortable as possible.
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Every now and then, a band kicks down the doors of convention, two-steps across the rulebook, and hurls it gleefully into the sea. Hello Kitty Fun Land are very much that band.
They're like someone put fireworks in a tumble dryer and soundtracked it with caffeinated thrash metal.
Watching Hello Kitty Fun Land live is the musical equivalent of a glitter cannon going off in a skatepark during an earthquake, they are chaotic, joyful, and the kind of experience that leaves your ears ringing and your brain demanding more.
They recently stormed their way to victory at Bury Sound and now they’re headed for the Smokehouse. Yes!
Mincer are a band that doesn’t just raise hell, they blast it through a wall of feedback and righteous fury.
Welding hardcore punk to grindcore’s most feral instincts, their antifascist howl comes soaked in sweat, love and rage, and more speed than a spaniel in a tennis ball testing range. Raised on DIY ethics and riotous breakdowns, Mincer don’t just make noise, they weaponise it.
Brace yourselves. Mad Cow Crisis are moo-ving in for their debut gig, and it's going to get weird.
Straight outta East Anglia with more noise than sense, this angry, silly bovine-core outfit is here to sonically headbutt your weekend into submission. Think punk, but with hooves. Think metal, but if the drummer was raised in a barn.
They're livid about the state of live sound. Guitar too clean? Mic stands too stable? Not enough feedback to start a small fire? They're here to fix all that with a wall of sound that could terrify a cow into giving oat milk.
This is their first gig. It might also be their last. Either way, you'll want earplugs and a pint.