With Love: Syntax Error + The Last of Fuzz + další

An evening featuring the old and new sound of Syntax Error, accompanied by various artists, live screenings and new tracks.

The main star of the evening is Syntax Error:
Syntax Error is an industrial glitch rock band that combines harsh beats with ambient passages, all laced with rage stemming from the weight of life in the modern age. Thanks to a distinctive stage presentation, psychedelic live projections and raw energy, Syntax Error will allow the audience to experience a real concert experience.

Lull Devours will open the evening.
Lull Devours is a Slovak band combining prog rock with noise antics. A dense whirlwind with the wail of a saxophone alternates with abandoned exhalations. Turbulence, comfort in tension and beauty in sadness.

After that, The Last of Fuzz collective and some of its members will pay homage with their broken and harsh form of shoegaze.
L((O))F or The Last of Fuzz is a creative collective consisting of members of the bands Fumar Mata, Opening Act, Antonie and other musicians. The band does not have a permanent line-up or repertoire, thus exploring the possibilities of collective creation and thereby breaking the tradition of a centralized music group. In their new work, they highlight social themes arising from the crisis of late capitalism, but also stick to traditional texts about simple love. They produce all the music themselves in their eponymous studio, where they prefer the tape recording process.

The evening will be closed by BabylonEly:
“I was born in 1985.
At the age of three, I was haunted by the devil at night, but I was also baptized.
From the age of six to fourteen, I grew up in a rectory, singing religious songs and sleeping. In the church, as by the sea.
At eight I wanted to be Michael Jackson, at nine to be like St. Francis, having the stigmata of talking to animals and crying with happiness. And be Whitney Houston at ten.
With a wig and make-up, the Indians and cowboys at the children's ball looked at me a little. I didn't understand.
At twelve I crashed and was out.
At fourteen I met the guitar, tried to cry like Kurt Cobain, sing like Lindsay Cooper and swear like Arthur Rimbaud.
And that's all. That's me. Confusion of senses and speech. Babylon of Ely.”