Snapped Ankles

They came from the trees.

Now settled in fertile east London, Snapped Ankles maintain the feral energy of the forest. Fight or flight. Primal motorik rhythms, the rush of white noise and post-punk angles; an aural onslaught played out on homemade log synths, electrified guitars and sticks beating hell on taut animal skin.

Snapped Ankles have flourished in the sub-tropical climes of warehouse and squat parties, moving onto performance art collaborations with filmmakers and shows in unlikely locations such as barber shops, games arcades and the forests they once called home. They plough a singular furrow at improbable angles. The woodwose have discovered electricity and they’re not afraid to use it.

Post Pumping Logtronica from anaLOGue Protestors not Nemophiles, Cornupcopians or Business Imps.

“Snapped Ankles Are But A Celebration Of The Necessity Of The Weird” - The Quietus

“...A Danceable, Destabilised Stew Of The Pop Group, Kraftwerk, Can And Liars” - Uncut

“These Unconstructed Mischief Makers Excel When Locking Electro Horns With Primal Motorik Grooves” - Mojo

“So Good! Absolute Heroes” - Lauren Laverne, BBC 6 Music

“Snapped Ankles, The Best Live Band In The World Right Now..." - The 405

“Snapped Ankles Hammer Away With Logs As Instruments, Creating A Sonic Middle Ground Between Nature And Technology” - The Guardian

“Sounds Like Mark E Smith Fronting A Band Of Malfunctioning Dial-Up Modems” - Long Live Vinyl