Kikker are a four-piece from Swansea making abrasive, vital post-punk that sounds like it was dragged out of a burning pub and handed a microphone. Their music is all menace and momentum—basslines that growl, guitars that lurch between chaos and clarity, drums that hit like a warning, and vocals that spit and snarl with intent. There’s nothing polite about Kikker. They write songs for the fed-up, the wide awake, and the ones who know something’s not right but can’t quite name it. It’s cathartic, confrontational stuff that grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. They’ve been building a name for themselves in the Welsh underground, turning every gig into a kind of controlled demolition. No gimmicks, no filler—just pure, noisy urgency from start to finish.