Prepare thy-selves, Injured Ninja arrive from across the wastes to deliver a performance of spectacular, high-octane rock accompanied by HUGE drums in the name of the END TIMES.

DEATH BY CARROT emerge from the Wasteland having travelled from the decimated zone one known as ‘Queensland’. It was an arduous journey of survival which has only increased their aperitif for humungous rage for huge psychedelic RIFFS!!!

A Strange nomadic tribe appear at POX-ECLIPSE. Nobody knows where they came from or where they are going but they present in the garb of some forgotten elite faction. They mesmerise the crowd of survivors with their strange and beautifully brutal sounds- the tribal leader howls into the amplification device sending waves of disarming emotion through the audience - transfixed and stunned they stare in awe.

An unusually familiar yet primal sound rings out across the vast and desolate landscape, as these warloks of the wasteland take to the stage to present a hauntigly esoteric performance, sure to awaken your reptilian brain.

When faced with the death of the world, the death of society and structure, the death of life as we know it… what better than a dose of DEATH METAL…

I’m sure you’ll be very surprised at the HUMUNGOUS wall of sound that this relatively small band produce. Get ready to do the post-apocalyptic mosh with MARIANA!

The screams of trains in rapid transit over crushed trucks, devoured by a notorious concrete and steel juggernaut, the namesake of this powerhouse band of pure adrenaline-soaked punk. POX-ECLIPSE is proud to present the oh-so fitting ‘Victims of Bayswater Bridge’.

After the POX-ECLIPSE the world was dead, vast plains of green, reduced to dunes and dusty hot winds… and so, Desert rock became fashionable again… what better way to cool off than thrash your head around in the dust of your dead planet?

We cannot wait for…MAGE!

Hauntingly raspy vocals can be heard across an ocean of sand as a huge wall of sound gets closer and closer. You want to run but your feet wont move as you are mesmerised by the tribal yet melodic, rancid yet angelic sound… your feet sink further into the sand, you have no hope-you are face to face with… The Dead Sea!