Less Than Jake
The Ergs! (reunion)
Dillinger Four
Off With Their Heads
Strike Anywhere
Latterman (Reunion)
A Wilhelm Scream
The Flatliners
Dead to Me
The Menzingers
Mustard Plug
Small Brown Bike
Tim Barry
Masked Intruder
Mean Jeans
Jeff Rosenstock
Planes Mistaken For Stars
F.Y.P (final show)
Mac Sabbath
...and so many more!

The Fest 15 and Pre-Fest 4 presented by:

Teen Agers

Orlando, FL

Ever curious what would occur if you combined multiple quarter-life crises, a penchant for bottom-tier booze in plastic bottles and a Flanders-sized repertoire of puns in a punk rock powder keg? Erupting like a sonic Cthulhu from beneath the Florida swamps comes Teen Agers, the brainchild of four gentlemen with enough functioning neurons to constitute one able-bodied adult. After decades of combined experience from playing in bands such as Go Rydell, How Dare You, Direct Effect, Rory, and Protagonist, in December of 2011 these grumpy old men joined forces. Originally with the intention of an excuse to hang out and drink beer together, it was quickly realized that what was being churned out was some of the most creative, rewarding, and damn catchy music of their lives. They brought their initial batch of ten compositions to the Moathouse in Gainesville, FL which were recorded by Roger Lima (Less Than Jake) and turned into their debut album, I Hate It, released by Anchorless Records. Since then band has done multiple east coast runs, two three week European tours, and has shared stage with the likes of Face to Face, Further Seems Forever, Less Than Jake, Lemuria, You Blew It!, and Timeshares. All while maintaining their old man day jobs. Seriously. Not one of them has gotten fired yet! In 2015, the band released a split 7” with Resolutions and and split full length album with Wolf-Face via Say-10 Records. In 2016 the Agers have a brand new self produced 10″ EP titled Young Gods via Smartpunk Records and an even newer EP they recorded with Tom May (Menzingers) and Andy Clarke (Luthor) to be released right around Fest. With plenty of melody to satisfy the crowd at your rad wine mixers and hearty helpings of riffage guaranteed to satiate your unmitigated adolescent angst, Teen Agers are the result of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object; just…a bit slower, so as to not pull something.