From Bissau to Palau, in the shadows of Avalon, Fellatio’s crash course towards infamy has so far been resplendently rotten. Imagine Surfside Sex taking place in Lord of the Flies, or Suicide and The Fall jamming together in a rabid, ghost-pepper-induced delirium, and you’ll begin to approximate the debauched, self-coined “Post-Avant-Garde Krautpop Disco Punk” concoction this Dutch trio conjures on stage.

Their jagged, propulsive sound emerged out of sheer accidental brilliance: fuzzed-out, feverish, and decisively droney. Fellatio quickly became a word-of-mouth live sensation, spreading like a blight from the stirring underground scene to the great beyond. Indeed, Fellatio’s pilgrimage has only just begun.

“With Fellatio, Rotterdam’s underground scene has also made its way into the festival. The self-proclaimed “punk-post-penis-krautrock” trio doesn’t care about conventions and is a huge hit in Groningen.” – NRC (about Noorderslag)