“Are you still feeling good?” The fans cheer, but Bryan says, “I can’t hear you!” A calculated ringmaster of destruction with his arms spread wide, he’s been on stellar form all evening. Guitarist Isaac Hale, wearing a superb black dress, also gets a turn to stir the pot – “I’m fucking sick of you at the sides standing and staring,” he dares, ordering the crowd to put their phones away. “I need you to move – I’m not asking, I’m telling.”
They pull the atmosphere in the room taut like a string, particularly in a jaw-dropping run of massive songs to finish. Blinding Faith, Billy No Mates (featuring Kadeem France of Loathe killing, skinning and gutting the end verse in the best possible way), Counting Worms, Suffocate, and the deeply affecting Sit & Mourn – ridiculous. Properly ridiculous.
Yes, tonight was always going to be a lesson in violence, but it’s also so much more than that. This hallowed hall has witnessed something special, even classifiable as a landmark moment for this band, for hardcore, the underground, and for heavy music.