By the time TRAVØLTA from Heultje, Belgium, took the stage, the crowd was a mess of sweat, beer, and bruised limbs. Chronic Pissed, SICKMARK, Azijnpisser and A B R I S S had left their mark, but this Belgian powerhouse was here to finish the job. Travolta stormed onto the stage of the Baracke Münster like they’d just been let out of a cage, with Jonas wielding his guitar like a rioter’s Molotov, each riff a strike against sanity. Kevin’s bass lines were a steady wall of sound, strong enough to hold back the rising tide of chaos in the pit. Then there was Nico, the frontman, with vocal cords that seemed more like a megaphone wired into his very bones, shouting out to the mob with pure, unrestrained fury. And Rik on drums? A human artillery strike, hitting the kit with a ferocity that felt like thunder.
They launched into *Travolta Bites*, and the pit exploded. Bodies crashed into each other, waves of moshers rolling forward, slamming back. Those too close to the edge were pulled right back in. Crowd surfers took to the air like human torpedoes, getting passed over the mob like sacrifices to some ancient, angry god. *Racism Sucks* and *Broken Teeth* only fueled the bedlam, with Nico’s screams slicing through the chaos, rallying the crowd to unleash every ounce of pent-up rage.
Hits like *No Vrew*, *The Travolta Pact*, and *We Are All Sisterhood* kept the surge going. At one point, someone took a flying leap off a stack of amps, diving headfirst into the sea of raised fists below. It was an unhinged display of pure punk brotherhood—and sisterhood, as the band insisted. More crowd surfers followed, each launch met with a mix of cheers, shoves, and laughter. The pit was a swirling vortex, pulling anyone nearby into its eye.
They closed with *Cow Shit Blues*, a filthy, gnarly finale that left the crowd howling for more. But there would be no encore—Travolta had made their mark, and it was time to let the wreckage settle. The night had been ecstatic, chaotic, and more than anyone could’ve asked for. A massive thanks to Abmist Concerts for turning this madness into reality, to the bands who played, the bar team who kept everyone fueled, and the crowd that turned out ready to shred and leave it all in the pit…😎✊🍻