METAL ON METAL

ONE NIGHT. ONE STAGE. ONE FINAL INFERNO.

 

The crypt creaks open. The silence breaks. And from the ashes of Belgian death metal history, EXOTO rises for one final, exclusive reunion show—a moment that will never be repeated, and never be forgotten.

Formed in 1990 and laid to rest in 2023 after their crushing swansong Final Festering, EXOTO carved their name into the flesh of the underground with relentless riffs, guttural fury, and a legacy soaked in sweat and distortion. Now, for the first time since their farewell… they return.

This is not a comeback. It’s a resurrection. This is not nostalgia. It’s unfinished business. This is EXOTO – live, loud, and lethal – one last time.

Frontman Chris leads the charge, summoning the full force of the band’s brutal past for a set that will tear through time and flesh. Expect no mercy. Expect no encore. Expect pure, unfiltered death metal vengeance.

​

ONLY AT HELL ON AIR. ONLY ONCE.

5 WOMAN. INFINITE FURY.

​

On Sunday, May 3, the gates of HELL ON AIR will tremble as the unstoppable force of BURNING WITCHES descends upon Diest. This is not just a concert, it’s a witching metal ritual, forged in fire and delivered with the precision of a lightning strike.

From the first scream to the final shred, Burning Witches command the stage like a coven possessed. Their twin-guitar assault slices through the night like enchanted blades, while thunderous drums and bass summon the spirits of classic heavy metal. Frontwitch Laura Guldemond doesn’t just sing—she summons storms, her voice soaring and snarling with supernatural power.

BURNING WITCHES don’t perform. They possess. They don’t entertain. They ignite. They don’t ask for your attention. They take it, and leave you breathless.

​

THE COVEN CALLS. ANSWER WITH FIRE

WHERE REBELLION FINDS ITS VOICE

​

LIV SIN unleashes a sonic storm, a riot of riffs, fury, and liberation. This is more than a show. It’s a defiant ceremony set to distortion and fire.

With ace-melting vocals  and riffs that slice through conformity . A performance soaked in fire and fury

"When I hit that stage, it’s not about performance—it’s a purge. Every scream, every lyric, every growl, it’s the fury we all carry but rarely unleash. Hell On Air is where we let go." — Liv Jagrell

Expect the full arsenal. Liv’s signature vocal assault, defiant anthems, and pure unfiltered passion. The crowd won’t know what hit them.

 

COME FOR THE MUSIC. STAY FOR THE UPRISING

THE VEIL GROWS THIN. THE RIFFS GROW THICK

 

From the mist-shrouded city of Canterbury, England, comes FAMYNE, a force in doom metal that doesn’t perform, they possess. Their music isn't a concert; it’s an atmosphere. A ceremony. A descent. FAMYNE channels the spirit of the old gods of doom—think BLACK SABBATH, CANDLEMASS and CATHEDRAL, but breathes into it something distinctly modern and mournful.

Prepare to be enveloped in sound that doesn’t just echo, but haunts. Crushing riffs layered with eerie harmonies, spectral vocals that rise from tombstone silence, and lyrical laments of destiny and decay.

"We don’t aim to entertain—we aim to transport. To isolate you in sound and make you confront what lies beneath." — FAMYNE​. Each song is an invocation. Each note, a candle flickering in the crypt. This is doom metal at its purest and most evocative.

 

SECURE YOUR PASSAGE. OR SPEND ETERNITY WISHING YOU HAD

WHERE STEEL MEETS SCREAM

​

From the underground of Australia’s blazing metal scene comes TEMTRIS, a relentless juggernaut forged in riffs and rebellion. They storm the stage, delivering a live assault that no metalhead will escape unscathed. This isn't just a performance—it’s a war cry. Fronted by the powerhouse Genevieve Rodda, whose voice cuts like obsidian and roars like a Valkyrie with vengeance. Guitars that rage with classic thrash precision and modern power metal fury. Drums that quake like battle cannons in rhythm with chaos Lyrics soaked in darkness, determination, and unshakable defiance. TEMTRIS delivers pure heavy metal with no compromise, no restraint, and no apologies. You’ll hear every scream. You’ll feel every riff. You’ll leave marked.

 

JOIN THE UPRISING. OR SIT FOREVER IN SILENCE

THIS ISN'T MUSIC. THIS IS REVELATION. THE PROPHET OF THE VOID.

​

A pulpit of shadows, a throne for the defiant. Enter DOGMA, the genre-defying force that bends gothic metal, industrial wrath, and cinematic darkness into a ritual of sound. Their performance doesn’t ask for your attention, it demands your submission.

Hypnotic vocals like venom — sultry, icy, commanding , guitars that don’t shred but curse, with beats forged in the underworld—mechanical, primal, relentless. The aura: one part nightclub in hell, one part sermon from beyond the veil. DOGMA’s music fuses melody and menace with surgical precision. Every track is a strike against conformity. Every lyric, a blade of truth. Their set is destined to seduce, disturb, and transfix—an experience you won’t walk away from untouched. They don't perform. They deliver doctrine.

This is the voice of the fallen. The rhythm of the exiled. The music of those who never asked for redemption.

 

ENTER DOGMA’s DOMAIN. OR BE LEFT PRAYING FOR SILENCE

OLD SCHOOL THRASH STRIKES BACK.

​

From the gritty streets of Düsseldorf to the infernal stage of Diest, the legendary German thrash metal force ASSASSIN returns to deliver a masterclass in pure, unfiltered aggression. Formed in 1983 and forged in the same fire as KREATOR, SODOM and DESTRUCTION, ASSASSIN is one of the unsung heroes of Teutonic thrash, and they’re ready to remind the world why. With cult classics like Upcoming Terror and Interstellar Experience, the band carved their name into the underground with breakneck speed, razor-sharp riffs, and politically charged fury. Now, decades later, they’re faster, louder, and more lethal than ever.

Thrash the way it was meant to be: raw, relentless, and riotous.

 

NO MERCY. NO COMPROMISE. JUST THRASH.

THE SHADOWS STIR

​

From the cloaked lands of Luxembourg, misunderstood, misnamed, but never mistaken in sound, ÆONIK rises like a specter from the abyss. A force born not in noise but in ritual, chiseled from obsidian chords and cosmic despair. Their emergence split the firmament in 2023, a pact between haunted minds, veterans of the underground who no longer whispered to the void, but commanded it.

ÆONIK doesn't walk in the footsteps of black metal — they warp it. Melodies twist like smoke, dragging death-laced tremolo into collapsing starscapes. There is no orthodoxy. No corpse-painted pantomime. Only purity of darkness, filtered through celestial grief and ancient hunger. Unfolding slowly, terrifyingly, like forgotten manuscripts read aloud to trembling candlelight. They are hymns of paradox: death and rebirth, torment and ascension, heaven drowned and hell reimagined. 

 

THE FOG WILL CRAWL. THE FLAMES WILL RISE. Hell does not begin with fire. It begins with ÆONIK

THE CRIMSON LEGION MARCHES AGAIN

 

From the blood-soaked soil of Italy’s forgotten empires, a sound rises majestic, mournful, and merciless. CREMISI is the name

Prepare for a sonic crusade where metal meets myth, and every note is a blade drawn in defiance. They are keepers of the crimson flame, storytellers of sorrow and glory, architects of epic soundscapes that echo through time. Their music is forged in the fires of history: The clash of empires, the lament of fallen kings, the whispers of ancient cathedrals

and roar of rebellion beneath moonlit banners

With orchestral might and folk soul, CREMISI blends symphonic grandeur with thunderous riffs and poetic fury. Their tales are sung not in verses, but in battle hymns. Each track a chapter in a saga of resistance, redemption, and ruin. CREMISI stands as a monument to what metal can be: cinematic, spiritual, and soul-shaking.

​

The call has gone out. The banners are raised.