Clawfinger

We’re back, not to save the world, but to shout unapologetically while it burns. Our new album is a loud, furious, and darkly humorous commentary on the mess we've made of ourselves, each other, and the planet. It's us at our most brutally honest, part protest, part therapy session, and part middle finger to apathy and denial.From environmental collapse to political hypocrisy, from personal disillusionment to societal breakdown, these songs dig into the contradictions of modern existence. Going Down (Like Titanic) sets the tone: we might be back in the game, but the game is rigged, the ship is sinking, and we're all still partying on the deck pretending it's fine. Big Brother takes a jab at our obsession with artificial fame and fake reality, while Environmental Patients diagnoses humanity with a terminal case of selfishness and the prognosis isn’t great.But it’s not just the world that’s falling apart, sometimes it’s us. Tracks like A Fucking Disgrace and Ball & Chain dive into more personal issues, quiet failures, and the weight of just trying to stay afloat in a world that seems to demand either perfection or silence. You Call Yourself a Teacher channels frustration and suppressed rage in the face of institutional ignorance, and Linked Together dissects how our own pride and emotional stubbornness sabotage the things we care about most. And then there's Scum and Tear You Down, not exactly love songs, unless you really, really hate corrupt leaders and right-wing demagogues. Spoiler: we do.This album isn’t trying to offer easy answers, just honest questions, screamed, spat, and riffed out through clenched teeth, heavy guitars and pounding drums. It’s about what happens when you take a good, hard look at the world... and yourself… and decide to tell the truth anyway, even if it's ugly. We may be going down like the Titanic but at least we’re doing it loudly.As most people already should know by now (but probably don’t), we met in a geriatric hospital back in 1990, not as patients, thank you very much, but working there, taking care of old people. Some might call it destiny, others might call it questionable career planning, but somewhere between helping our patients with their toilet visits and brushing dentures, we bonded over music and started making demos. Were they good? Let's just say they were... mixed.Fast forward past the cassette tapes and bad haircuts, we landed ourselves a record deal. Next thing we knew it was early 1993, we were called Clawfinger, had a debut album called Deaf Dumb Blind, a European tour with Alice In Chains, then another one with Anthrax, and then all of a sudden we were headlining the same venues we'd just opened. We didn’t even have time to develope egos properly.From there things moved very quickly. Major European festivals? Check. Monsters of Rock in South America? Also check. Endless touring? Oh yes. We've released 7 albums (this one’s our 8th and first in 18 years), in case you’re counting), played about 1500 gigs (which our knees constantly remind us of), and sold around 1.4 million albums in total, most people don’t know what an album is anymore, but hey, some of you do and numbers are fun.So, here we are. Still standing. Still loud. Still as silly as ever. A group of well-aged guys with guitars and a loud love for everyone who still shows up, sings along, and screams their lungs out with us. Thank you all from the bottom of our loud hearts. Now go check the live dates below, because yes, we’re hitting the road again. And yes, you're coming.