



GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUZZ VOL. 5




MISSION BRIEF:
In the depths of a forgotten moonbase, the distortion levels are peaking and the fuzz is off the charts. As DOOMGIRL gears up to blast demons and tear through cosmic riffs, she’s not alone—five sonic forces are teleporting in for one hell of a night.
In the depths of a forgotten moonbase, the distortion levels are peaking and the fuzz is off the charts. As DOOMGIRL gears up to blast demons and tear through cosmic riffs, she’s not alone—five sonic forces are teleporting in for one hell of a night.


These psychedelic aunties serve interdimensional garage grooves with a thermonuclear dose of sass.


New on the radar, this trio deals angular noise and post-punk paranoia like a dark prophecy you want to hear.


No survivors. Just Afrikaans chaos, punk prophecy, and sonic flamethrowers set to Voëlvry mode.


Hard-hitting rock mutations from a heavy-hymn herald—Evert’s cult keeps growing, feathered and fuzzed.


Summoning pixelated spirits and synth-laced fury, Fuu closes the portal with a dancefloor exorcism.





