NO VIOLET

FRIDAY

BIXLER STAGE

12:45 - 13:15

Bristol four-piece No Violet don’t play grunge revival — they spit it out half-chewed, drenched in fuzz, and stitched to the emotional hangover of post-punk anxiety. Their debut album is a love letter to distortion and discontent, where jagged guitar lines writhe beneath vocals that oscillate between smirking disaffection and total, glorious breakdown.

Think: if Warpaint got possessed by Sonic Youth in a squat full of VHS horror flicks and vintage pedals. Tracks like “I Told You” and “Losing Sight” slink and snarl, letting silence breathe before everything detonates. There’s a twisted sensuality — buried in reverb and delay, but always pacing in the corner, waiting to bite.

No Violet are not nostalgic — they’re feral. There’s something gloriously unfiltered — a refusal to sand down the edges, a thrill in pushing just past the point of comfort.

Headphones in, head down, world off. Or better yet: live, loud, and three feet from the amp.