VI.BE

You slam the door of your bedroom and fling yourself down on the bed. Kicking off your Converse one-stars and pulling your plaid shirt over your head, you look up at the posters on your wall. Amongst Pixies, Sonic Youth, Archers of Loaf and McLusky, one band stands out – a power three-piece from Belgium, France and the UK, whose unrelenting spiky tunes form the soundtrack to your angst. “Only Lewinski understand me”, you sob, pulling out their latest mixtape and turning the dial up to 10, so everyone in the house is deafened by your strangled rage.