Joost van Bellen
After turning tables for 25 years,  Joost van Bellen finally reached his stomping ground: at the elephant stage, happy horsewhip close at hand! The self-proclaimed Disco Dinosaur is the proud owner of a belly many Masters of Ceremony are envious of and a moustache to kill for, according to the Bearded Lady.
It all started when his mother gave birth to him while twisting in the vestibule. At the age of eleven he already impersonated Gary Glitter at teatime to a T. And now this creative firecracker extraordinaire is bringing the party to the people, one town after another country from the hippest clubs of New York to the hayshed of ‘Haveyoueverbeeninthemiddleofnowhere’.
Don’t even get us started on his whereabouts in between, it would take two decades just to cover half his antics. But for now, one thing is for certain: Joost will rock the circus ring. Standing still is not an option, taking a trip down memory road is something to do on a dull Sunday afternoon. But now the time is right to get into the groove of things for the next 25 couple of years!

Wannabe A Star
Wannabe A Star got bigger cojones than the World Strongest Woman. She could and would throw her legs behind her head while being eight months pregnant, whistling all the way. And she spins her stuff like a hysteric juggler on acid.
She. Was. Created. For. The. Circus.
Wannabe A Star is mostly known from Zonde (Sin) in Paradiso, Discocult in the Sugar Factory and her own private party Little Sexmachine during Rauw (Raw) in the Melkweg. Her eclectic style enables her to become a one woman’s circus band, balled together in the beautiful body of this sexy mamma. With just two hands, she juggles house, disco, pop and punk. Without taking things and especially herself too serious. Wannabe A Star is a Grand Mistress on the subjects of self mockery, crazy costumes and choice of music. The one thing predictable about Wannabe A Star is that she gets everybody going down right dirty and delirious.

Boemklatsch
At the end of the night, Boemklatsch is going to blow the roof off so hard, it’s gonna hit rock bottom on German soil. The party collective is known for their parties at Tivoli, Bitterzoet and the Flex Bar, as well as for their shows at Lowlands, Festival de Beschaving (Festival of Civilisation) and Valtifest. Even though lately more and more making their mark with their own records, Boemklatsch still roams the country as a modern day travelling circus, the hottest dance tracks always in tow. Even an unwashed elephant’s head doesn’t get as dirty as their electro beats and even the fat lady’s arse looks tiny compared to their fat booty beats. The show ain’t over till the fat lady sings and Boemklatsch have assured themselves of a great time. This attitude makes them the perfect showstopper for our circus sideshow. Boemklatsch embody the act with the burning hoops gone perfectly wrong. That ‘bout sums up their incredibleness. (for more info check out www.bmkltschrcrds.com)

Aux Raus
Get ready to be punched in the face by hardcore punk band Aux Raus, shaped by lead singer Bastiaan Bosma and guitarist Luuk Bouman. Throughout the years, this utterly refined yet just as utterly vulgar twosome, have become the über personification of impressive live explosions of spit, sweat and blood, splattered against the walls and sticking to it.
Live shows by  Aux Raus are true phenomena: imagine gabbers and punks tossed together into a full speed blender before being  thrown out of the window, and you’re getting close. But not quite there yet. The ending’s always the same: with an overcooked pit and a half naked Bastiaan, soaked in shiny, smelly sweat.
Almost two years after receiving a 3VOOR12 Award for their debut album This Is How It Works, they introduce yet another critical blow to suburban, bourgeois emptiness. The album The Brick Is In the Air will appear on the Top Notch label, which is oddly enough in itself. As everybody knows that gabber punk on a hip-hop label is like seeing skinheads swinging from the circus trapeze: some crazy, not to miss shit!

The Performers
The biggest Rock ‘n Rave Circus in the World exists of the most eccentric circus family that ever walked the face of the earth. Not only do we present the core of the circus, we also make way for an entire stunt team made up of the most out there performers. Multi talented and multi dysfunctional results of years and years of inbreed, selected with the utmost precise negligence. The criteria? Bad breath, acrobatic obliviousness and a big surplus of facial hair.
During the nerve- and bone wrecking training, we schooled them in entertainment whilst keeping them keen and motivated through nothing else but a rusty old baker’s knife. An accessory that always came in hard and handy when performance wasn’t cutting edge and audience merely smirked in their handkerchiefs.
This bunch of misfits together form the colourful life of the party and for them a night that ends with nobody in the audience running home, crying for the comforting lap of mommy dearest, is a night unworthy of remembrance. Simply expect nothing but the unexpectable.

Bas Kosters
Ladies and gentlemen, step right up! Don’t be shy, take a few more steps and take a quick look at our eccentric du maison Bas Kosters and the even more outrageous circus costumes he cooked up especially for our Rock ‘n Rave Circus! Taking inspiration from the classical Russian state circuses and moreover the hot and hung stable boys connected to them, multitalented Bas takes full and fashionable responsibility to present the best dressed circus community the world has ever set eyes upon.
Being the world of fashion’s enfant terrible, Bas Kosters can’t wait to turn the catwalk into a cakewalk, with lots and lots of pies and cream flying. As Bas Kosters is world-renowned for his couture, music, paintings, pins and cuddly toys, the world already is his oyster. No surprise that we are truly feeling blessed and honoured that he wants to go on this trip with us.

Monsieur Plastique
Rock ‘n Rave Circus’ ringmaster is Monsieur Plastique. Sporting the attitude of a horse breaker gone sour, he masters the art of bellowing all artists into the ring. Monsieur Plastique just turned 21, but already gained centuries worth of respect while running his motor mouth in the club scene. And now he’s ready to rumble in a cage of his own at our travelling circus. Be prepared to get plastered in dirt that would even make your nastiest neighbour blush, all coming from the foul mouth of Monsieur Plastique. Bring your neighbour along, she might learn a valuable lesson.
We urge you to restrain from feeding Monsieur Plastique plastic. Just like all our other artists, he is on a strict diet of peanuts and raw antelope meat.

Melomanics
The just freshly sprang from the maternal lap of the Diesel:U:Music-community, but at the grand finale it became crystal clear that nobody deserved the Golden Elephant Turd more than MeloManics. After receiving this big, stinking award we threw MeloManiacs back on our touring bus. Winning awards is fun, but touring with the Rock & Rave Circus is what it’s really all about. Especially for MeloManiacs.
The name MeloManiacs literally means ‘a morbid love of music’ and only if you’re deaf, dumb and blind you won’t find the evidence of this sick love in their performance. No better way to describe the trio’s sound than an ingenious combination of synthpop you can’t stand still to and rough ‘n raw rock ‘n roll. A match made in hell that’ll makes you want to throw up in the middle of the dance floor and  go roll in it.

Still not enough? Be prepared for beasty beats that’ll hit you in the stomach as human cannonballs. Don’t bother calling for the medics as they will be lying besides you, stealing your last gasp of breath. Deal with it!
All catching songs from their album The Grey Light prove that witnessing  Melomaniacs live, is the empowering equivalent of getting blown in your face by a fire spitter that leaves you searching the floor for your eyebrows.
We can’t wait to get started!