SONS

There aren’t many bands in this country that can get both the young crowd on the Rock Werchter field and the goatee-sporting rockers at Sjock Rock to headbang or display other signs of unbridled enthusiasm. SONS, however, are so good, so spirited and so infectious that they’d even drive the audience at the Queen Elisabeth Piano Competition final into a mosh pit. Want to bet that at least the front row of seats at the Centre for Fine Arts won’t survive? So, SONS – you know them. From their records, from their countless triumphant club and festival shows. On the albums: “Family dinner” (2019) and “Sweet boy” (2022) served at the time as a sort of Lucille, the infamous bat that made Negan from The Walking Dead world-famous. Doors were opened, competitions easily won, alternative charts stormed, festival stages reinforced due to their stomping and roaring. Then came “Hallo” (2025), the third LP that overcame the acne of their youth and propelled Sons straight into the arms of young adulthood.  While we’re on the subject of spots: many of the new songs sound a bit like boils that you massage with ointment for a few seconds, but then press your two index fingers against until a total and fatal eruption inevitably follows. Another plus point, the more modern sound, is likely down to the renowned British producer David McCracken. Have tracks like ‘Somehow’, ‘Hello’ or ‘Do my thing’ ever been publicly hailed as global hits, or are we really the first? If not: here we go! SONS’ third track is so internationally acclaimed that UNESCO has already requested it. Finally, on Friday 7 August, we’ll be serving up a whole evening of such great music that we’ll almost feel sorry for all the other festivals in the world.