Laine live: Model Citizen and Homebroke
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25.07 AT UUS LAINE: MODEL CITIZEN AND HOMEBROKE LIVE (free entrance) 🎯
Doors 18:00
▫️19:30 Homebroke @homebrokee
Homebroke is a three piece band of employed, partially employed and unemployed members.
We have no idea on how to describe the genre.
Mostly inspired by: Been Stellar, MBV, black midi, Just Mustard, The Wytches, DITZ and the list goes on
Just come and witness.
▫️20:30 @wearenotmodelcitizens
Model Citizen are a three piece noise rock band based in Tallinn drawing influences from a similar vein as Daughters, Gilla Band, Haunted Horses and other such abrasive annoyances. Rhythmic, pulsing and hypnotic while simultaneously scathing and confrontational. Somewhat of an eye roll in musical form.
The sound of crippling anxiety and existential dread.
Irritating anti-rock for those who are trapped in the daily grind of the nine-five routine and a general sense of discontent.
Every panic attack you’ve buried under meetings, every scream muffled by professionalism, every moment you’ve stared into the abyss of your inbox.
We don’t do choruses. We don’t do verses. We don’t do catharsis. This isn’t rebellion — this is the slow, spiraling descent into a system you never chose.
Doors 18:00
▫️19:30 Homebroke @homebrokee
Homebroke is a three piece band of employed, partially employed and unemployed members.
We have no idea on how to describe the genre.
Mostly inspired by: Been Stellar, MBV, black midi, Just Mustard, The Wytches, DITZ and the list goes on
Just come and witness.
▫️20:30 @wearenotmodelcitizens
Model Citizen are a three piece noise rock band based in Tallinn drawing influences from a similar vein as Daughters, Gilla Band, Haunted Horses and other such abrasive annoyances. Rhythmic, pulsing and hypnotic while simultaneously scathing and confrontational. Somewhat of an eye roll in musical form.
The sound of crippling anxiety and existential dread.
Irritating anti-rock for those who are trapped in the daily grind of the nine-five routine and a general sense of discontent.
Every panic attack you’ve buried under meetings, every scream muffled by professionalism, every moment you’ve stared into the abyss of your inbox.
We don’t do choruses. We don’t do verses. We don’t do catharsis. This isn’t rebellion — this is the slow, spiraling descent into a system you never chose.
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