About us

We are Atomic Youth — the original, from 2016. Somewhere out there someone looked at that, squinted real hard & thought, “Yes. I will also call my band Atomic Youth. This is a clever & unique idea.” It’s the musical equivalent of naming your newborn “Chocolate Hobnob” & wondering why people keep looking at you like you’ve just licked a plug socket. 

Our fanbase is a small but powerful cult, mainly composed of wizards, three guys from obscure forums, a lollipop lady in Shropshire, whoever keeps emailing us photos of their microwave every Tuesday since 2019, Obama, a tiny yet loyal tribe of tweakers in California who think our music can heal verrucas, a hedgehog sanctuary, a Chilean kettle collector, MI5, two Norwegian goths that live in a lighthouse, that french bloke who wrote “Les Particules élémentaires” and the entire dog race.
(if we’ve missed anyone please let us know)

We’ve never “gone viral” in the traditional sense, though our drummer once appeared in the background of Crimewatch holding a baguette, and one of our gigs was classed as “Psychic microviolence” by Ofcom. Also, Johnny did once contract something suspicious in a Wetherspoons & had to be put in a tent. They made a film about it.

We are NOT “Atomic Youth™ (Ohio, probably)” or “DJ Atomic Youth” or any beige knockoffs that slithered out of their mum’s Wi-Fi in the years since we started. If you’ve stumbled here looking for some other “Atomic Youth,” don’t worry — they probably have more chart success than us, look better, smell better, & will happily play “Wonderwall” at your cousin’s garden party while you & 3 drunken uncles eat supermarket quiche.

Anyway, we’re Atomic Youth. Hailing from the arse-end of nowhere in England. We make Wyrd Metal. The riffs are real, the flutes are real, the time signatures are wrong on purpose. You’re in the right place. Probably.

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