15:00 - 15:40
WICKED LEATHER
Wicked Leather is the kind of band that sounds like they were born in the backseat of a speeding muscle car. Spanish heavy rock ’n roll, loud, dirty, and dripping with attitude. Their riffs are sharp enough to cut, greasy enough to stick, while the rhythm section drives everything forward like a bar fight that just found its rhythm.
The vocals don’t beg for attention; they command it. Rough edges, big hooks, and that unmistakable Iberian fire that makes every chorus feel like a shout from the rooftops at 3 AM. Wicked Leather doesn’t pretend to be dangerous — they are, in the best possible rock ’n roll way.
They’re pure ignition. Leather, sweat, sunglasses after dark, and a stage presence ike a gang rolling into town. No theatrics, no bullshit.
16:10 - 16:50
ORCHID SANCTION
Orchid Sanction stands at the crossroads of gothic melancholy and symphonic grandeur. A cathedral lit only by candlelight: dramatic, intimate, and heavy with emotion. Guitars weave slow‑burning darkness, the orchestral layers bloom like poisoned flowers, and the vocals carry that unmistakable gothic ache, warm, wounded, and haunting.
They don’t chase speed or brutality. They chase atmosphere. A scene from a forgotten myth: strings rising like smoke, choirs echoing through stone halls, and riffs that strike with the weight of something ancient waking up
There’s elegance in their heaviness, a sense of ritual, of deliberate pacing, of beauty sharpened into something dangerous. Orchid Sanction doesn’t overwhelm; they envelop, pulling the listener into a world where sorrow has shape and melody has teeth.
The band creates a space that feels almost theatrical without ever becoming kitsch. A storm behind stained glass. It’s immersive, emotional, and unmistakably gothic
17:20 - 18:00
VRØDE
Vrode plays black metal with the soul of the North and the soil of the Netherlands under its nails. Their sound feels like standing on a frozen plain at dusk: wind howling, sky bruised purple, something ancient moving just out of sight. Guitars slash like icy branches, drums roll like distant thunder, and the vocals carry that unmistakable Nordic chill — raw, distant, and ritualistic.
They don’t imitate Scandinavian black metal; they channel it. Vrode takes the cold melodic sensibility of the North and fuses it with a distinctly Dutch sense of atmosphere, damp earth, fog‑heavy fields, and the quiet menace of old local myths. Their songs move between glacial tremolo storms and slow, brooding passages where the silence feels just as dangerous as the noise.
18:30 - 18:10
MOYRA
Moyra is a band that treats melodic death metal like a battlefield: sharp, rhythmic, and driven by a sense of forward motion that never lets up. Their sound fuses modern melodeath precision, anthemic hooks, and a commanding female vocal attack that cuts through the mix with both ferocity and clarity.
They don’t just alternate between melody and aggression, they braid them. Riffs strike with mechanical tightness, the drums fire in controlled bursts, and the melodic lines rise like banners in the smoke. There’s a martial pulse in everything they do, a feeling of marching into the storm with your head held high.
19:40 - 20:50
PIRATE QUEEN
Pirate Queen sails under a banner of symphonic metal, theatrical flair, and razor‑edged heaviness. A storm rolling over open water: pounding drums like cannon fire, guitars that slice through the mix like cutlasses, and vocals that carry command and chaos. They build cinematic battles, full of swagger, danger, and myth.
There’s nothing campy about their approach. Pirate Queen plays with precision, grandeur, and a sense of adventure carved from old sea legends.
Live, they’re a spectacle, not just because of costumes, but because of presence. They move like a crew that’s survived storms together, a rallying cry shouted across a deck slick with seawater and gunpowder.
And now they’re stepping into a new chapter: Pirate Queen will unleash their new album with a full‑scale release show, a night built to feel like the moment the ship’s cannons fire for the first time. New songs, new fury, and a stage show sharpened to a deadly point.