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 arcade 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.