Roadburn is the strangest of heavy music festivals, and we had a man on the ground to get weird and report back.
Devil Master
Stuck in the Filter – April’s Angry Misses
“Another month, another disgusting panel to unhinge, and another tunnel to de-grime. As the resident sponge, I assume the primary responsibility for herding the writing talent into these tight metal corridors, leading the way as we all get covered in thirty day’s worth of dead skin, even deader rodents, and this weird yellow slime that seems to ooze from nearly every seam.” Clogs, cogs, and hogs.