There’s no such thing as bad decisions at Damnation Festival 2026. Whether you spend your weekend gorging on pints of Holy Goat, hunting for the legend that is booker Gavin McInally to ask when Stagey McStageface is making a return, or getting through an itinerary more packed with bands than your grandad’s battle jacket, there is no such thing as a bad decision at Damnation Festival.
With Crowbar riffs to chew on (finally), The Berzerker to go berserk to after a landmark 18 years, and a total of 46 bands to feast your senses on – ranging from blackened variations of everything to old-school Death, Industrial, and even cum Metal (something positive for your HEALTH) – Europe’s biggest indoor extreme Metal festival has been a highlight on many a Metalhead’s calendar. And it’s just nine days away.
Another of the many great things about Damnation Festival, with its three stages in close proximity, is that you don’t have to do any running. That is, unless you’ve accepted the challenge of being in two places at once to avoid having to make any decisions about which band to choose.
Saturday 15:55 – Dodsrit versus Fange
Like on Saturday at 15:55, when you have the blistering, ass-kicking melancholy of Swedish Black Metal crust punks Dodsrit at the same time as the intimidating, limb-removing frenzy of French extreme Metallers Fange.
Dodsrit have been stirring up D-beat-infused swells of black Metal since 2017 when they began as a one-man project, but now with members scattered across the desolate woodlands of Sweden’s Borlänge and the Netherlands’ Amsterdam, they are a fully powered-up soul-shredding storm. According to legend, it takes all of 30 seconds to get swept up in their cacophony. And you’ll likely feel the urge to buy a long-sleeve T-shirt not long after.
Bleak. Oppressive. Industrial sludge noise. This is Fange, the Rennes-based outfit that have picked up almost every synonym for bleak and hostile since their first “starts with the letter P” EP, Poisse, in 2015. While they may use drumming tracks live, it seems it’s in favour of no one losing a limb – “such was the frenzy of their performance that most drummers’ arms would have fallen off halfway through,” said The Sleeping Shaman.
And since anyone who has witnessed their merciless performance outside lusted for the gritty confines of darkness, the Eyesore Merch Stage might just be the opportune moment to catch these noisemakers.
Saturday 20:45 – Frontierer versus MØL
Then at 20:45 it’s between the aural-whipping, alien invasion that is Scottish-American mathcore unit Frontierer and the dizzying dynamism of Danish blackgaze “energy vampires” MØL.
Fresh off the release of their fifth album, Ultraviolet Parasite, Frontierer are ready to celebrate, in the most abrasive, destructive, grab you by the throat and shake until you beg them to stop kind of way. When the malevolent Scottish-American force went to Australia, they gave one reviewer a new reason to fear sleeping at night: “The FRONTIERER banner starts to flicker in an epileptic nightmare of strobe, as a teeth-rattling, pulsing dirge starts throbbing through the P.A.. It’s like the soundtrack to an alien invasion…”
Grab a beer (or an oxygen mask) and don’t miss this transatlantic noise terror unit attempting to rewire your nervous system.
Fronted by Kim Song Sternkopf, who oozes as much charisma as he does shattering screeches and honeyed cleans, MØL tend to suck everything within a 10-mile radius into their atmospheric shoegaze, post-black Metal orbit. There are just as many moments of dream-like existential voyages in their music as there are moshpit whirling riff-punches. Witnessing them live is as “spiritually uplifting” as it is menacingly devastating, and the reports are pretty much unanimous in their verdict that there’s nothing quite like MØL.
Sunday 13:10 – Mastiff versus Final Dose
The struggle continues on Sunday at 13:10 when the UK’s extremely miserable, extremely Metal Mastiff promise to rip you a new one at the same time as, also from the UK, black Metal punks Final Dose will be turning the crowd into a maniacal sweat chamber of writhing lunatics.
When Mastiff, “the grimy diamond in the UK’s Metal and hardcore crown”, according to Heavy Blog is Heavy, get on a stage, they punish, they pulverise, and they do everything in their power to obliterate the crowd before them. Rockflesh give it to you straight: “It was aggressive and violent, and it was only once they’d left the stage could you pick yourself up, pat yourself down and move on.”
Mastiff’s suffocating, air-frying hardcore sludge is absolutely the kind of soundtrack you need if you fantasise about smashing your boss’ skull in or any other deeply miserable set of scenarios.
The blackened corpse-painted punks in Final Dose, bar their lead singer who tends to don an executioner’s balaclava, have created a truly maniacal concoction of d-beat-fuelled punk urgency and Black Metal bleakness – which they bring to stages across the continent with bloodthirsty intent.
Their primitive, Weathered Axe-edged sound commands a certain feral reverie from a live crowd, so prepare to let their intense bursts of chaos wash over you, and out of you in whatever writhing, neck-breaking form feels most natural.
Sunday 15:55 – Lik versus Machukha
And again at 15:55 when it’s Swedish Lik with their force of a chainsaw, good old uncompromising death Metal versus German-Ukrainian Machukha, whose punk-souled, post-black Metal dark hardcore is as intense as it gets, leaving crowds dazzled and jaws on the floor.
“You may shit yourself with pure death Metal joy,” is what Metal Hammer had to say about Lik. Vicious and uncompromising, the Swedish death Metal band may have only been in play since 2014, but they carry with them the classic spirit of the genre, and prove on stage that the old Stockholm sound “still has plenty of life left in its rotten corpse”.
Lik may be ruthless and direct in their classic aggression, but there’s still something in their swaggering grooves and scorching growls that makes them seem like demons playing with their food. Oh, the enticing “torture”.
“If you like your music intense, you’re not going to get much more intense than Machukha,” is what Damnation’s Gavin McInally has to say about this band. Indeed, their “harsh, visceral, completely spellbinding and gnarly” live display left one reviewer wondering in awe, “What in the fucking tarnation did I just witness? That was fucking amazing!”
Using traditional Ukrainian warbles and searing roars, and breaks of instrumental anguish that cave into an aural annihilation, Machukha play with everything: your emotions, your eardrums, and your resilience.
All we have to say to these clashes is: Clashes McSmashfaces.
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