VI.BE

Born in a mouldy farmhouse in the fokking Kempen these 4 shitpunkx sing about life but mostly about nonsense.

We play harder than 26 stuck kidney stones combined with een vol blikske bier to the face, and sometimes as soft as the hymn playing when Russell Crowe goes to his family in the ending of Gladiator.

Our mission? To make you sweat, dance and party like it's 1999