Los Angeles is landing at Oedipus.

Levitation Room sound like the Summer of Love never ended: dreamy, sun-soaked psychedelia from East LA, built on 60s garage roots and hazy otherworldly soundscapes. Think Beatles meets Grateful Dead in a sun-bleached warehouse. Their music doesn’t just float, it levitates. Let yourself be lifted. Support comes from Dutch newcomers Plastic Family: Power pop with timeless hooks, soaring harmonies and the spirit of the golden age of guitar-driven pop. Think Wings meets Big Star.

Three acts. One frequency. The Wormhole Cult invites you into a night of noise and collective release.

DEAFDEAFDEAF and KRAM bring together two distinct yet kindred forces from the underground, while the Black Currant DJ Team keeps the signal alive after the live rituals.

DEAFDEAFDEAF delivers a potent blend of post-punk urgency, noise-rock intensity and hypnotic repetition. Songs built to rattle walls and shake loose whatever you’ve been carrying around all week.

KRAM arrives with explosive alternative post-punk driven by tension, conviction and connection. Guided by their belief that Love Stands Forever, the Amsterdam-based Irish-Dutch collective turns every performance into a shared release. No wonder their relentless live energy earned them the Amsterdamse Popprijs in 2025 and a place among the most promising new acts heading into Popronde.

Together they create a space where strangers move as one, where noise becomes communication and where the barriers between stage and crowd begin to dissolve.

The Black Currant DJ Team completes the journey with a carefully selected stream of underground sounds, forgotten treasures and future classics.

No spectators. No background music. Just volume, movement and the strange magic that happens when a room full of people tunes into the same frequency.

Step through the portal. Love stands forever.

The Wormhole Cult presents a night of beautiful noise, distortion and escape.

Emerging from Brooklyn’s fertile shoegaze underground, Glimmer blends crushing walls of fuzz with dreamlike melodies, creating a sound that floats somewhere between grunge, shoegaze and dream pop. Is it ‘grungegaze’? Their songs balance raw emotional weight with moments of euphoric lift, proving that heaviness and beauty can occupy the same space. Recent releases have established the band as one of the most exciting new names in the current wave of guitar music.

Joining them is Crashing, one of the Netherlands’ most promising new shoegaze acts. Drawing inspiration from genre-defining bands like My Bloody Valentine and Dinosaur Jr., Crashing delivers a dense barrage of reverb-drenched guitars, soaring hooks and overwhelming volume. Their live shows are immersive, physical experiences where noise becomes atmosphere and songs hit with full force.

Together, these two bands occupy different ends of the same spectrum: one drifting through hazy dreamscapes, the other pushing directly into the red. The result is a night dedicated to the transformative power of loud guitars, blurred edges and altered states.

No nostalgia.
No algorithms.
Just a temporary portal beyond the ordinary.

Enter the wormhole.

Pink Breath of Heaven arrives from San Francisco carrying shimmering guitars, hazy psychedelia and songs that feel less like songs and more like weather systems drifting through your head. The project of Liv Field and Rex John Shelverton moves somewhere between dream and distortion, pulling listeners gently out of orbit with their psychedelic Wall of Sound. With performances alongside The Dandy Warhols, LSD and the Search for God, Alison’s Halo, Ty Segall and The Brian Jonestown Massacre, they’ve become a magnetic presence within San Francisco’s ever-shifting underground current.

Then enters Top Left Club. Emerging from the corners where garage grit, restless rhythms and late-night static collide, they channel nervous energy into something beautifully unpredictable. Their sound moves like a loose wire sparking in the dark. Sharp turns, tension, release and just enough chaos to keep you leaning forward. No smooth edges. No safe ground. Just a pulse you surrender to.

Two different currents crossing at the same point in space-time. One altar, one night.

When the last notes dissolve into the void, stay a little longer. Grachtwater will keep the signal alive behind the decks while beers are opened, stories get shared and the night refuses to end.