There are bands who perform, and there are bands who mean every second they’re on stage. Getner belong firmly in the latter.
From the moment they stepped into The Abbey, it was obvious this wasn’t going to be a passive exchange.
Frontman Quentin carried himself with a dogged determination that never relented, balancing gritty charisma with a quiet swagger.
Every movement, every lyric, every glance into the crowd felt loaded with intent. It was less a performance than a mission.
Alongside him, drummer and vocalist Ruairi proved to be the perfect foil. The interplay between the two Irishmen is something close to kismet.
Their voices collided and intertwined with the cadence of a chant at times, each pushing the other forward before stepping back in a seamless give-and-go.
It wasn’t polished for perfection’s sake—it was passionate, sincere and utterly human.
That authenticity is Getner’s greatest strength. In a scene increasingly crowded with performative pretenders, they stand almost defiantly exposed; naked, raw and completely genuine.
There’s no façade to hide behind, just songs delivered with absolute conviction.
The result is visceral. Hairs rise. Heads bang. Somewhere between Quentin’s relentless delivery and Ruairi’s impassioned responses, something stirs that can’t quite be explained.
For all their intensity, though, Getner never disappear behind it.
Between songs, the atmosphere softened into easy humour and effortless chemistry, revealing a band whose humanity is just as compelling as their musicianship.
Having spoken to the quartet earlier this year, that warmth comes as no surprise. The camaraderie isn’t manufactured—it’s ingrained, and it spills naturally into every moment on stage.
There’s something distinctly Irish at the heart of it all too. That instinct to find beauty in hardship, to uncover stories in struggle and even humour in life’s heavier moments runs through Getner’s songwriting like a thread.
Their music doesn’t romanticise difficulty; it simply refuses to look away from it.
Quentin, in particular, seemed determined to leave nobody untouched.
Whether through the force of his lyrics or his sheer presence, he worked tirelessly to pull every person in the room into Getner’s world.
At points it felt as though he was carrying the weight of the room himself, refusing to let anyone leave unconvinced.
Their penultimate track, debut single “Motorman” , distilled everything that makes the band so compelling.
Driven by bold lyricism and an infectious bassline that grows from a pulse in your chest into something impossible to resist, the song gathers momentum with surgical precision before crashing down in the most satisfying way imaginable.
By the end, you’re left buzzing—energised, invigorated, feeling as though the band have somehow manufactured an entirely new reserve of adrenaline inside you.
That’s the mark Getner leave behind.
It’s easy to understand why Akoustik Anarchy continue to champion them so fiercely.
In a crowded landscape, Getner bring something unmistakably their own: passion without pretence, intensity without ego, and songs that leave a lasting imprint long after the amplifiers fall silent.
They’re not just another name on a lineup—they’re the band you find yourself talking about on the journey home.
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