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The Cube Presents

Germ Lattice/Im Being Good/Bellies Ap Bellies

The Monsters of Deconstructed Weirdo Post-Rock are ready to WONK your BRAINS out

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Fri 16 January 2026 // 20:00

Tickets: 12/10/7

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hate rock music but love guitars? perfect: these guys are all playing around with a blenderised, cubist idea of what songs could be if aliens tried to recreate them from first principles

GERM LATTICE

Norwich-based trio creating primitive music from the future, last year's 'Gipping Through The Ages' sounds like nothing else on earth but I'll try comparing it to DNA, filtered through Cro-Magnon, played backwards on ketamine. 

from bandcamp:

Structured, repetitive & linear tracks built around drums, bass, and synth with deliberately abstract vocals, which draw as much from folk traditions and the broader east Anglian landscape as they do from our fragmented modern world. Their novel use of microphones and live tape processing add a dynamism to the music where elements mask each other or the overdriven meters suggest the whole thing is on the brink of collapse.

Gipping Through the Ages | Germ Lattice | Horn of Plenty

BELLIES AP BELLIES

Cult on-again-off-again Bristol post-post-punk duo triumphantly returning to the Cube for a freak-out. They're like Beige Palace having a playdate with The Slits, on an anxious sugar-high

from bandcamp:

The Sinister World [Bellies Ap Bellies] conjure is populated by vast piles of poisonous digital waste, decomposing lives, the tyrannical reign of the credit devil, oodles of drivel, too much data and distracted consciousness.

Believe in Hell | bellies!

I'M BEING GOOD

Coming up from Brighton with their distinctively obtuse and spiderlandy arpeggios and a litany of twisty turny time-changes like an even weirder Polvo doing a paranoid Henry Cow invocation.

from bandcamp:

shuffling down the side of the dual carriageway at 3am looking for a riff they set aside somewhere in 1995. Except the riff is now a shopping mall and the late night security won't let them in. Onward they trudge, ducking into some shrubbery to avoid a passing truck. "I'm sure I left it in here somewhere," they mutter, tugging haplessly at a knot of branches, eventually emerging from the other side minus one slipper.

Shapeshitter | i'm being good

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