Paceshifters + Cloudsurfers

Paceshifters are ready to let it rip. Amps cranked, sweat on the ceiling, ears ringing. No frills, just pure, heavy, full-throttle noise. That’s how they deal with all the shit going on in the world. After releasing their latest studio album Out and Outer, the band is heading back to their roots. Where it all started 17 years ago. Shifting the pace, indeed. Forget therapy. This is louder, faster, and a hell of a lot cheaper.

Perhaps in another life, Cloudsurfers would’ve called themselves “Stormchasers.” Their mutant mix of garage punk, post-grunge and psychedelic chaos hits like G-forces in a tornado – one moment breakneck mayhem, the next a glide into hook-soaked alt-pop bliss. On their second album Subhuman Essence, they bottle that storm: five bodies in one room, playing live, pushing the needle into the red until the whole thing crackles. No polish, no padding. Just pure voltage. Cloudsurfers is a storm in motion. Catch them if you can.