Among the rawest voices of the Czech underground stands Bunkerer — a one-man assault hailing from Kladno and Olomouc. Behind the name is Vojta Líba, twenty-one, whose first encounter with Nitzer Ebb was enough to set him on an uncompromising path of his own. What began as a private obsession has mutated into a scorched-earth vision: noise-ridden industrial electro-punk, screamed and battered into form with feral intensity. Bunkerer represents the new blood of the scene. His debut full-length Krev, Pot + Železobeton (2023) throbbed with an anti-totalitarian language and merciless old-school sound, drawing on the industrial legacy of his native Kladno. His follow-up, Kontrolní Orgán, now forming the backbone of his live set, was forged in DIY and punk spaces across the Czech Republic and abroad. These experiences have trained him into a performer who thrives on raw immediacy, stripping music down to atmosphere and attack. Onstage, Bunkerer’s shows unfold as improvised rituals: strict projections, masks, and samples from the socialist era intertwine with analog synths, feedback, and barked vocals. The result is claustrophobic and overwhelming — a sonic architecture haunted by rust, concrete, and collapsing steel. This is not nostalgia or retro fetishism but a sharp recontextualization, where archival film reels and slogans are ripped from their origins and thrust into the present as biting commentary on contemporary society. Visually, the project is inseparable from Líba’s work as a graphic artist. His art-brut electronics are mirrored in a design language steeped in dark EBM and punk aesthetics. Every sleeve, flyer, and projection is his own creation, with one exception: the stark cover for Krev, Pot + Železobeton, painted by Slovak artist Ján Bátorek. This holistic approach underlines Bunkerer’s autonomy — a total work shaped by one vision. At Audiotrauma Fest 2025, Bunkerer will stand beside Czech peers Bolehlav and M.A.C. of Mad as the vanguard of a new uncompromising generation. His set promises to be one of the festival’s most unrelenting experiences: a howl from the fallout, a low heavy echo of industrial’s origins, and a reminder that the ghosts of machines still stalk the ruins of our present.