From the rusted depths of sonic chaos and sharpened dissonance, ADOLYNE returns to tear open the sky at the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025.

Hailing from the cold steel fringes of post-hardcore and dragged through the filth of noise, sludge, and math-damaged time signatures, ADOLYNE creates a sound that doesn’t perform—it disorients. A calculated chaos. An angular, cerebral violence that gnashes at genre boundaries until all that’s left is raw nerve and ruin.

Think: if Converge and Swans were dissected by a jazz-trained machine during a psychic collapse.
An assault on comfort, a hymn for the broken machinery of modern sound.

FROM THE BLEAK, WINTER-SCARRED WASTELANDS OF THE CANADIAN PRAIRIES… the death/doom entity known as ANTHRODYNIA will descend upon INFEST 2025 for the second annual rite of filth and torment.

Witness the suffocating weight of cavernous death, a sonic plague that devours a rotten sun and breathes only despair. A monolith of misery engulfed in grief, their sound reverberates like the howls of forgotten spirits across abandoned fields, sinking claws deep into the soil of existence.

Prepare for waves of oppressive dread — When the dust settles and the echoes fade, only ruin remains.

INFEST 2025 has officially DOOMED ITSELF by summoning the unholy frostbitten grease demons of mincecore: ARCHAGATHUS, Winnipeg’s #1 export in auditory terrorism, militant anti-fascism, and beer-fueled nihilism… the unapologetically loud grinders of hell are bringing a mincecore fury to the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025 to obliterate every cop, boss, bootlicker, landlord, and fascist parasite still clinging to this decaying planet.

Canadian hosers with nothing left but feedback, hatred, and a cooler full of half-frozen Standard Lagers. Expect to wake up three towns over with tinnitus and a vague sense that you committed something deeply illegal.

INFEST 2025 WILL BE A MASS GRAVE OF BAD IDEAS AND WORSE INTENTIONS.

From the abyssal black void of Finnish Satanic war metal ARCHGOAT — the eternal priests of black death desecration, the sonic spearhead of the Luciferian path, the hammer upon the cross of light will descend upon INFEST 2025 for an exclusive ritual of unrelenting darkness.

Prepare for baptism in blood and fire
Their chants, forged in hate and sacrilege since 1989, will echo through the temple ruins of a god long dead. No mercy. No redemption. No light.
Only the primordial thunder of goat-born blasphemy.

FROM THE FORGES OF ETERNAL CONFLICT, THE GODS OF WAR DESCEND…

ARES KINGDOM master of militant thrashing death will descend upon the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025, bringing with them a firestorm of annihilation, precision, and ritual warcraft.

Forged in the crucibles of warfare, tempered by the occult sciences of sonic devastation, ARES KINGDOM stands as a monument to the eternal struggle—the cyclic slaughter of empires and the entropy of flesh. Their hymns are thunder, their chords are artillery. Each riff a spear hurled from the battlements of history, each drumbeat a mortar round detonating in the bones of the weak.

WITNESS. SUBMIT. OR PERISH.

Dragged from the ashen tombs of the underground, soaked in dread, decay, and down-tuned despair — BALKAN emerges to crush the skies at the 2nd Annual INFEST.

From the festering caverns of doom and the diseased veins of the earth, rises once more the Balkan horde — the torchbearers of terminal sludge, death-stained doom, and existential suffocation drenched in the filth of human suffering and wrapped in the cold coil of nihilism.

Let the riffs bury you alive and let the Balkan void devour what’s left.

BAYONET DISMEMBERMENT RETURNS TO THE FRONTLINE!

From the charred trenches of auditory annihilation, the war machine awakens—BAYONET DISMEMBERMENT is officially confirmed to unleash total sonic obliteration at the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025!

Prepare your flesh for the unforgiving crush of slam dipped in crude oil reeking of napalm and rot, blast beats that level cities, and vocals torn from the throat of a rusted tank commander screaming into the void. BAYONET DISMEMBERMENT is your high priest of pulverization.

From the low-end rot of the underground — CLOSETALKERS emerge, dragging a wall of distorted bass, scorched D-beat violence, and feedback-drenched tension straight into desecrating the stage at INFEST 2025

Pure, bludgeoning hardcore punk corrosion that fractures the air like a boot to stained concrete. When everything feels like it’s about to fall apart — this is punk in its final, flailing form.

Get in. Burn out.

From the ashes of butchered civility and rusted restraint, DEMISE returns with a wall of sonic unrest clawing its way back to the stage for the 2nd annual INFEST 2025.

No mercy scorched-earth d-beat rage soaked in the blood of broken systems. DEMISE brings a set stitched together with filth-slinging, d-beat, nerve-crushing crust punk/hardcore fuelled chaos. 
A manifesto of decay blasted through walls of distortion and feedback.

This is DEMISE… This is the sound of NOTHING LEFT.

From the bowels of annihilation comes the carnivorous death thrash incantations of DIVINE APPREHENSION. INFEST 2025 — the second annual gathering will be set ablaze by primordial chaos!

This is the rotting trumpet blast of end-time fury, vomiting prophecies in riff-form, an offering of flesh and torment to the altar of annihilation. This is carnivorous metal, fanged and foaming, twisted in the marrow of early evil!

Expect no mercy. Expect no light. Expect total sonic extermination.

ECHTHROS NOISE at INFEST 2025
INDIGENOUS RESISTANCE THROUGH SHEER SONIC AGONY

ECHTHROS, the Indigenous Power Electronics artist who tears open the fabric of sound to expose ongoing colonial violence, ancestral fury, and sovereign noise as weaponry.

With harsh electronic drones, ECHTHROS conjures a storm of resilience and defiance, shattering the colonial gaze and refusing assimilation through brutal, unapologetic sound.

From the ashes of memory and the marrow of regret,
EVERYTHINGYOUEVERLOVED will descend upon the 2nd Annual INFEST.
Summoning a storm of post-metal devastation, doom-soaked despair,
and hardcore rage twisted by emotional collapse, EYEL channels the elegance of sorrow and the beauty of breaking.

For those who ache in silence.

For those who wear their ruin like armour.

For those who have lost and never stopped losing.

Let the ruin begin, we’ll see you in the black.

From the deepest, gore-choked bowels of sonic damnation… FEEDING RETURNS!
Summoned by the unsilencable death metal cries from a beast which cannot be seen, birthed again in the stench of life rotting on the bastard altar of hell, FEEDING vomits plague with chainsaw tone and blasphemous purpose at INFEST 2025

Let the blood echo forever in the temple of noise.

No gods. No mercy. No escape. Where all light is devoured, And FEEDING is the knife.

From the decaying underbelly of crossover thrash, the merciless war machine known as FUGITIVE is set to unleash pure, weaponized crossover chaos at the 2nd Annual INFEST. A sonic execution in the name of speed, violence, and absolute obliteration.

Virulence spreads. Flesh decays. The weak will suffocate beneath the weight of a relentless blitzkrieg of skull-fracturing riffs, circle-pit carnage, and aggression. Blood in the air. Sweat on the floor. Bone meets concrete.

Unrelenting, uncompromising, and unapologetically lethal.

THE GOAT HAS SPOKEN. THE ALTAR WILL DROWN.

From the rotted womb of eternal war, GOATHAMMER- the cryptfucking demonizers of holocaustic wrath, return to desecrate all that is holy at the 2ND ANNUAL INFEST 2025.

Bathed in filth, armed with nails, blood, and black fire, GOATHAMMER shall vomit forth chaos in a relentless storm of bestial black/death metal warfare, summoning plagues upon the living with riffs forged in the furnace of Lucifer’s piss.

GOATHAMMER brings an assault soaked in nuclear bile, warlust, and misanthropic purity.

The ground will split, the sky will piss fire, and GOATHAMMER will reign over a battlefield of ruin as INFEST 2025 returns for another year of unrelenting black/death metal desecration.

From the marrow of the earth, where hope festers and light is devoured under the shadow of forgotten oaths, the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025 opens its gates — and the black tongues of GRAND MAL shall speak once more.

As the cosm dims in exalted death, and monuments to mortal triumph collapse into downward flowing failure, GRAND MAL will carve their rites into the bones of time — where exalted death reigns and the heavens break upon eternal law.

GRAND MAL is coming. And nothing will ever rebuild.

AN ESOTERIC CONVERGENCE OF DISSONANCE AND HORROR APPROACHES… From the marrow-split catacombs of sonic extremity—KNOLL returns to manifest the second death at INFEST 2025 — A Congregation of Absolute Decay

Prepare for the asphyxiating descent—where the membranes of funeral grind, noise, and suffocating death collapse into a singularity of ritualistic horror. KNOLL will summon a monolith of sonic entropy—an autopsy of form, a dirge of pure disassembly.

A cacophony smeared in the ash of self and structure.

Rites for nothing. Hymns for extinction.

LANGUID is here to shove this world’s lies straight back down its fucking throat at INFEST 2025 with a wall of distorted filth meant to suffocate every bootlicking parasite and wage slave propping up this rotted, diseased world of cops, bosses, warmongers, bootlickers, fascists, and every cog in this shit-smeared machine.

Come for the noise. Stay for the collapse.
ROT WITH THEM OR RESIST WITH US.

From the edge of the Pacific void, where tides gnaw at the bones of the earth and the wind carries echoes of dissolution, LIMINAL SHROUD emerges once more A vessel of dissolution. A witness to ruin. Live at INFEST 2025

Black metal shaped by salt, by rot, by the unrelenting erosion of identity. Each note a fracture. Each howl a glimpse into the formless beyond. The tides of entropy do not recede. They only pull deeper.

This is not ascent.

This is not transcendence.

This is the raw, merciless process of disintegration — the collapse that gives way to transformation.

When the veil splits and the horizon swallows light, LIMINAL SHROUD will stand as witness — to guide, or to drown.

INFEST 2025 — Prepare to be undone.

MIDNIGHT — Cleveland’s blasphemous bastard sons of speed & sleaze — are bringing the hellhammer down and lighting up the stage in a fiery orgy of blackened chaos and metal mania!

From the gutter of Ohio to the altar of the infernal underground, MIDNIGHT will rip open the gates with a savage ritual of SEX, HELL, & METAL — the unholy trinity of unrepentant black/speed metal fury. 
YOU CAN’T STOP STEEL!

Your saviours have arrived in the form of satanic death metal legends — NUNSLAUGHTER

From the deepest pits of infernal chaos, the Sabbath-burners return to lead a convent-razing ritual of death, filth, and satanic vengeance of Goat-possessed fury!

For decades, NUNSLAUGHTER has defiled the sacred, vomited into the chalice, and pissed on the tomb of Christ — Now they return to lead the INFEST 2025 congregation in the most unholy communion yet.

PEARL MALLE — the seething force of black metal punk nihilism — returns to the stage to unleash total sonic warfare at the 2ND ANNUAL INFEST 2025.

The horrors of the past, once buried, rise again — twisted, rearmed, and cut to serve the state. The iron jaws of control grind forward as evil reigns unchecked… but the resistance screams through feedback and blood from the gullet of hell itself.

Now the walls groan with the rot of empire… and PEARL MALLE is here in a call to arms from beneath the boot.

COME TO BURN IT ALL.
A CELEBRATION OF RUIN.

From the chasm of rot, where hope is asphyxiated and light chokes on its final breath, the Denver masters of unrelenting, godless DOOM PRIMITIVE MAN will descend like a plague of rusted knives upon the 2ND ANNUAL INFEST 2025.

Their sound bleeds contempt, a slow-motion collapse into total spiritual annihilation and violent hallucination made flesh— a harrowing descent into pure sonic misery, where sludge rots, doom suffocates, and hatred howls through the void choking hope in a black cloud of caustic feedback and industrial rot.


Emerging from the black mire like a wounded god… PURE LOVE ETERNAL PEACE — sludge-soaked, feedback-warped, and tuned to the grief of the Earth itself descends upon INFEST 2025 for the second ritual.

Following the lineage of sonic collapse forged by the relentless density of elemental grief.. PURE LOVE ETERNAL PEACE channels tectonic rage and ceremonial sorrow into an obliterating drone, heavy enough to drag your bones through aeons of ash and ancestral noise.

REGURGITATED GUTS — will unleash a massive hemorrhage of sound, soaked in bile, blood, and filth for those who worship the grinding gears of gore.

INFEST 2025 A NIGHT OF UNSPEAKABLE BRUTALITY. A CEREMONY OF VOMIT, VISCERA, AND VIOLENCE.

In the swirling void between SEX, DEATH, and DRONE MAGICK, RITUALIZER rises — conjuring a temple of sound, a crucifix of voltage, an altar of decay. The machines breathe, the frequencies writhe in waves of suffocating synth and vibration summoned for the 2nd Annual INFEST 💀🕯️🔥

FROM FLESH TO FREQUENCY… RITUALIZER DESCENDS.
A drone orgy for the damned. A synth-lit cathedral of exquisite suffocation.

From the bleeding North, SCALDING — bearers of relentless Canadian black metal torment - shall vomit forth a maelstrom of frost, fire, and total sonic annihilation.

As dusk suffocates the dying sun and the black winds howl with primordial fury… INFEST 2025 descends for its second unholy offering.


INFEST 2025 ruptures into a seismic celebration of sonic extremity and inner unraveling — and from its molten core we summon the blistering force of SPIRITUAL POISON. A confrontation with the duality we carry — animal and algorithm, plastic and pollen, data and decay.

From the concrete chasms of urban collapse to the whispering rot of the forest floor, SPIRITUAL POISON channels the violent marriage of nature and machine through walls of distortion and waves of corroded frequencies. Amidst layers of crushing distortion, tectonic static, and unrelenting feedback, witness the sound that remembers the forest. Enter the noise that still dreams of the stars in confrontation with everything we’ve paved over, fenced in, burned down. SPIRITUAL POISON summons the tension between concrete and cosmos, letting raw noise bloom like moss in cracked asphalt. Each frequency peeling back a layer of illusion, revealing something deeper — ancient, wild and still breathing.

From the towering spires of the Rocky Mountains, TEKARRA returns to the altar of amplifier worship — echoing in feedback, and dragging riffs through stone and shadow. Prepare yourselves: the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025 shall quake beneath the crushing weight of their sonic pilgrimage.

TEKARRA wails through towers of tone forged in frost and feedback., a slow-motion crusade of mountainous doom, crawling through frequencies so low they crack the crust in a processional dirge carved into stone and static with riffs like landslides, and tempos as slow and heavy as glacial collapse.

Beneath the weight of fading suns and the marrow-deep hum of yesterday’s graves, the veil parts once more. THE WEIR — purveyors of colossal dirges and windswept ruin — will summon their monolithic hymns at the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025.

Prepare for a set where the air thickens, time fractures, and sorrow becomes sanctuary. Threads of atmospheric sludge, post-metal transcendence, and doom’s relentless pull coil together into a suffocating embrace — crushing yet cathartic, bleak yet beautiful.

UNHOLY GRAVE – LIVE. RAW. UNCOMPROMISING. In a world of creeping authoritarianism, eco-collapse, and political decay, Unholy Grave brings a sonic sledgehammer — a violent, beautiful, necessary purge of silence and submission.

From Nagoya Japan to the global barricades, UNHOLY GRAVE has spent decades blasting uncompromising grindcore fury into a world built on lies, blood, and capitalist rot.

WARPCHAMBER TRANSDIMENSIONAL INVOCATION AT INFEST 2025 The starlit veil has torn.. From the black maw of the void beyond cognition, WARPCHAMBER descends to desecrate the realm of flesh and reason. Emerging through warped rifts in time, these death metal conjurors will unleash sonic excruciation upon the decrepit husk of Earth at the 2nd Annual INFEST, 2025.

Feel your life-force extracted, repurposed to fuel a machine of rot and celestial extinction as riffs mutate into tendrils of anti-matter.

Your presence is mandatory.

Your survival is not.

WOLVES OF THE BLACK FLAME GATHER.
From the depths of infernal damnation…
WARWOLF, the harbingers of the feral void, are unleashed upon the 2nd Annual INFEST 2025 — a night where flesh is torn, faith is devoured, and the hymns of the wolf eclipse the cries of the meek beneath the pale gaze of the damned moon.

THE LYKANTHROPIC MASS IS UPON YOU.

The world is still rotting, capitalism still sucks, your boss still doesn’t understand you, and your therapist quit — but WHORES. are here to make sure it all sounds louder, uglier, and way more cathartic LIVE at INFEST 2025 – Year 2 of the glorious societal implosion and celebration of noise, sludge, sweat, and the sweet sweet sound of civilization circling the drain - Because you weren’t going to make it out clean anyway.