From the bowels of Disgraceland, Rock & Roll icons of the afterlife are raised from the dead! Rock & Roll meets Grunge as Elvis fronts Nirvana and gives the band the front man it’s been missing since ’94. Elvana tear through Nirvana’s catalogue whilst splicing in grunged up sections of the king of rock & rolls finest moments, culminating in a mega mash up of overdrive & old school Rockabilly.  It smells like cheeseburgers and teen spirit, daddy-o!


Booking: rh(at)rainerhackl.de 



“The only band worth getting excited about this year”
? Vice Magazine
“The World’s Number One tribute to Nirvana…… Fronted By Elvis!”
? Kerrang Magazine

"If you live long enuff u get 2 c: I always thought if El were alive he’d cover Nirvana’s Come As U R”
? Billy Idol upon hearing Elvana

"Elvana: The World’s Greatest Elvis Presley/Nirvana tribute band”
? Team Rock / Classic Rock

“The King Lives!”
? Official Nirvana Facebook Page

“Elvana, blowing my mind”
? Rob Da Bank (Radio One/Bestival)

“Elvana - They’re as awesome as they sound”
? MacSabbath


Gig Review – ELVANA - Sounds Magazine
Ruby Lounge – Manchester - 25/02/17

This week would’ve been Kurt Cobain’s fiftieth birthday. When he voluntarily checked out of this plane back in 1994 (depending on what you read), I wasn’t vaguely interested in grunge. In fact, I was more interested in massive moussed hair, white jeans and Cotton-Eye Joe by the Rednex. However by the summer of 1997 I was well-versed in the importance of eyeliner, having strategic holes ripped into the cuffs of my cardigans and kissing moody-looking boys with floppy hair (nothing changes).

 Tonight, I am squished into a sweaty sold-out gig at The Ruby Longue, Manchester to watch ‘Elvana’ – a Nirvana tribute band fronted by an Elvis impersonator. Wait, what? Yes, that’s right, folks. This sounds like a musical car crash waiting to happen.
This is akin to putting tomato ketchup on your ice-cream.

This should not work.

I arrive just as Danny Cobain, Rob Novoselic and Bobby Grohl burst onto stage in smart suits, and I scan about looking at the faces of my peers. We all look confused as fuck. When a Memphis jump-suited Elvis (Elvis Kell) appears on stage, doing all the obligatory kung-fu moves you’d come to expect, I wonder if maybe I’m having an acid flashback. It reminds me of the time where David Hasslehoff stepped out of my bedroom wall to let me know that Maude (the old washer woman) had finished the mopping.

But we’re not laughing at them, we’re laughing with them. Here is an absolute quality covers band that somehow manages to deliver more punk-rock ethos than any tribute act I’ve ever seen. They play slick renditions of Nirvana’s classics spanning several albums, occasionally dropping in a well-timed Elvis bomb. Mixing ‘Rape Me’ with ‘Love Me Tender’ for example is a genius move… oh the irony.

Our grunge King tonight isn’t the best Elvis impersonator in the building, but it probably wouldn’t work if he was. He is a punk-rock Elvis. This is messed up and this is brilliant. There is a decent-sized swirling mosh pit at the front of the stage and people are throwing their bodies around with very little concern for health and safety. My mate Josh loses a shoe in the ensuing carnage, but expertly weaves in between the stomping feet to jubilantly reclaim it like Excalibur the magical sword.

At one point, our Elvis comes down from the stage into the crowd, only to be swarmed by the iPhone generation. “No!” he bellows, “Just put your phones away, let’s do this fucking properly!” He is obeyed and revered. He is rewarded by the crowd lifting him into the air and crowd-surfing him around. At that point I see he is wearing Converse. Nice.

After the set, I wrestled my way backstage and found Elvis Kell slumped on a toilet eating cheeseburgers and doing lines off the body of a nubile young thing. Any comments, Elv? “Great balls of mother fuckin’ fire! That was one real swell show! The walls were dripping and the atmosphere electrifying. The energy going around the room was spiritual y’all. Manchestershire, you sure know how to shake rattle and roll shit up!!” Of course we do.

I arrived tonight worried that this was going to be a big cheesy pile of gimmicky horse shit which wouldn’t respect the artistry. I leave piss-wet through, scuzzy, frizzy-haired and slightly shell-shocked. Surprisingly, this is literally one of the best gigs I’ve ever been to. They’re definitely not taking themselves seriously (they hail from Disgraceland, after all), but this is far from a novelty comedy act.

After the gig, my friend calls her mate to tell her what she’s just seen. “It sounds shit,” she said. Yeah, it should be. Five filthy stars.




Live @ O2 Academy Birmingham – September 2017

Live @ Manchester Ruby Lounge – February 2017

Team Rock / Classic Rock

Noisey / Vice


UK Headline Show Highlights

O2 Academy Newcastle / 30.09.18 / 1300 Sales
O2 Academy2 Liverpool / 07.10.17 / 500 Sales – Sold Out
Glasgow ABC2 / 16.09.17 / 400 Sales – Sold Out
O2 Academy2 Birmingham / 09.09.17 / 510 Sales
Nottingham Rescue Rooms / 15.09.17 / 450 – Sold Out
Bristol The Fleece / 26.05.17 / 450 – Sold Out


UK Festival Highlights

Camp Bestival (Big Top) / July 2017 / 4000+
Common People Festival Southampton (Main Stage) / May 2017 / 3000+
Common People Festival Oxford (Main Stage) / May 2017 / 3000+
Bulldog Bash / August 2017 / 4000+