WOLFF
A busy port town in Ireland’s South East is the last place you’d expect such a fearless, dark, and raw sound to emerge from. With the respective birthplaces of blues and grunge situated thousands of miles away, location becomes a mere fact of conscious reality once you let yourself in. Creating in a dimly-lit basement during twilight hours under a shroud of solitude, the songs seem to come from somewhere else. This is his world, one of primal reactions, of pure instinct, a world which has been painted using the darkness in which it was created.
Thunderous drums, growling bass, ferocious guitars, and howling vocals coming to bring a huge sound to life. Blending the power and fire of traditional blues with trashy garage rock riffs and in-your-face vocals, WOLFF strikes a shadowy figure. Like the lyric says “You can sleep when you’re dead and done” and it looks like this beast is just waking up.