Announcement

It is with great sadness we have to announce the decision to cancel Counterflows Festival 2020 due to the ongoing issues with COVID-19.

Putting international artists through the stress of cancelled flights and being potentially quarantined is just too much of a risk to take given the current situation. On top of this, it feels increasingly irresponsible to be holding social events of our scale given the risk of the virus spreading.

We will be issuing refunds for the festival via Eventbrite right away. Funds should be back in your account within the next 7 working days.

Counterflows is a small grassroots festival and we appreciate the love and support the artists, audience members, supporters/funders, staff and everyone else have given us on this venture.

As a small statement of solidarity, if you want to help support artists due to perform and their respective independent labels, we have made a list of music that is available for purchase on their bandcamp pages

We are working out our budgets at the moment and aim to pay all the artists cancel fees. If anyone is able is able to help boost the amount we give them you can do so by donating to us via PayPal at counterflowsfundraising@gmail.com. 100% of donations will be spread equally between the artists.

As it stands we will be focussing our energy on the 2021 edition of the festival, which will be our 10th year anniversary. The plan is to hopefully reschedule as much of the line-up for the 2020 festival as possible, as well as add some additional projects on top. This of course depends on funding and finances, but our fingers are crossed. We'll keep in touch.

Please look out for and support one another during this difficult time. We all need one another more than ever.

Love and strength,
Alasdair & Fielding – Team Counterflows

Original website still available below
A Festival Of Underground, Experimental & International Music
2 – 5 April 2020
Various Venues Around Glasgow

Bamya

Traversing Scotland and Greece, Bamya are an exciting new prospect in the Glasgow underground. Around, around and around their jagged guitars and ramshackle drums dance as their poetic sea shanties come to the fore.
“now there is the jolly little rococo death march out from the inverted belly of a metal drum
drumming forth, the rumble of a cacophony of soldiers!
Velvet, tweed, burgundy stockings and lace trimming appear increasing scale and roll forth! —————————————
Out onto the factory conveyor-belt dances the series of rococco men, their immobile toy mechanisms unpicked by the metronome And here, dancing in and out between them, is The Severed Leg, absurd but indispensable, to which the others follow in raptured glee. hopping in time with each clunk of the great mechanic cog, leg jump^leg jump^leg jump^ bumping a bulbous brass note down the metal underpart with each landing of his velvet-kitted sole. But where is the word of command, there is no word of command!”