The Basement Brats didn’t just walk onto the stage—they stormed it. *Fed Up* erupted like a shotgun blast, sending a final surge of energy through the already ravaged Sputnikhalle Münster. This was the last stand, the moment where everything came to a head, and the Brats delivered with the precision and swagger of a band that’s been mastering chaos since the early ’90s.
The crew from halden brought the perfect mix of punk grit and alternative rock cool, hammering out hits like *Shining Down* and *Bad Baby* with an energy that felt both reckless and precise. The crowd, bruised but defiant, rallied for one last mosh, bodies slamming together in a glorious swirl of exhaustion and adrenaline. By the time *Stupid* roared through the speakers, people were shouting themselves hoarse, and when the band dropped *Big Burden,* it felt like the entire room was ready to combust.
The Basement Brats were relentless, leaving everything on that stage and dragging the crowd along for the ride. It wasn’t just music—it was a cathartic release, a wild, messy exclamation mark to close out a night that had been one long, glorious wreck of sound, sweat, and reckless abandon.
As the final note faded, a cheer erupted that could’ve shattered glass, a collective howl of gratitude for a lineup that had left nothing in reserve. Gumbo and the NEON BONE Crew deserve medals—or maybe just a weeklong nap—for pulling off another legendary Puke-Fest. To the bands, who threw themselves into the chaos with wild abandon, and to the crowd, who gave every ounce of energy they had left, thank you.
Shoutout, too, to the unsung heroes of the night: the light and sound techs who kept this chaos running like a well-oiled machine. Without them, this glorious disaster would’ve been just a disaster.
And so we close the book on this year’s Pukefest. But fear not, friends—this is not the end, merely the setup for another round of madness. Next year, the Sputnikhalle will open its doors once more, and the Pukefest faithful will return, hungry for more. Until then, rest those bruises, drink to the memories, and prepare for whatever insanity comes next….
