We’re music from the grim towns, where your main incomes a handout or a trap house. Hope for the youth is get out and stay out. Old curses, old wounds. stare at it long and it stares at you. Where the furture was once made, only ruins remain. with people making merry while grey clouds rain.
Our music is a blend of dystopic lyrics and powerful guitars. A cathartic look at modern Britain we hope you enjoy.
© 2025 Hot Vox Ltd. All rights reserved. All material on this site is © Hot Vox & Associated Artists & Venues