San Diego bites back!

Crocodiles sound like The Jesus and Mary Chain and The Velvet Underground decided to ditch the internet together. Noise pop, shoegaze, disco-punk and krautrock in one raw, melodic bite. Over fifteen years in and still unapologetic. Latest album Greetings from Hell. Exactly what you’d expect from a band with that name.

The Asteroid No.4 is an American psychedelic band based in San Francisco, CA. Originating from Philadelphia in the late 1990s.

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.