Famous for only ever playing 12 minute sets, British Lichen Society manage in a quarter of an hour what The Fall have spent the last twenty five years doing:  distorted punk rants that freewheel downhill, crash into a brick wall, and like some sort of Shellac-inspired zombie, refuse to die and instead stagger on, losing limbs and casiotone notes in the process.

Hailing from Glasgow is Plum, a laptop-centric producer who combines sampled sounds of the London Underground and ice cubes with an ethereal voice that will charm both fans of James Holden, the Warp back-catelogue and Janis Joplin alike.

Dressed In Wires remains Newcastle's best kept secret, wowing audiences with smashed QWERTY keyboards and screwdrivers jammed into usb ports, all in the pursuit of intense, relentless waves of complicated noise that will leave you disorientated and vulnerable.  Capable of switching from homemade acid hip hop to grind electro in the blink of a cursor, one is never sure quite what Wires will assault you with next.

Bong is the David Leary of the Newcastle drone-movement, happy to indoctrinate the unsuspecting masses with their illicit medicine of universe-sized doom-core that fuses psychedelia with metal in a single Wildlife On One slow motion camera shot.  Cult of Luna being reversed over by a truck, very very slowly may well give you some idea of what to expect.

Khunnt are the kind of band blunt wound trauma would sound like; they don't like the way your face looks and intend to rearrange it with their impressively frightening array of dinosaur riffs, pig screams and heavy objects falling from the ceiling.  Imagine the Berzerker played at the wrong speed and you're getting close.