You remember what Brutal Mash used to be like.
A small venue. Four bands. Packed rows.
Forget it.
Now it’s two stages. Ten bands. One incarnation.
Your ears will be torn apart from both sides at once — with no chance to catch your breath.
We were planning something like this for the anniversary. But why wait?
The finest representatives of the genre will gather on one day to fan the embers in the hearts of those who remember the octopus on the old logos.
Tickets are still available.
But you know how long that usually lasts.
Brutal Mash Fest IV.
Two stages. One meat grinder.
Come while there’s still room.
A small venue. Four bands. Packed rows.
Forget it.
Now it’s two stages. Ten bands. One incarnation.
Your ears will be torn apart from both sides at once — with no chance to catch your breath.
We were planning something like this for the anniversary. But why wait?
The finest representatives of the genre will gather on one day to fan the embers in the hearts of those who remember the octopus on the old logos.
Tickets are still available.
But you know how long that usually lasts.
Brutal Mash Fest IV.
Two stages. One meat grinder.
Come while there’s still room.