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  • Druidess – Trip Meadow Review

    When it comes to discerning the difference between doom and stoner metal, I subscribe to the Ned Flanders school of thought. While doom tends towards darker atmospheres at a slower pace, stoner metal generally grooves with a chiller vibe. Now, there are (at least two) exceptions, and it gets kind of tricky, one of which is the compound stoner-doom genre. This label nicely fits Druidess, who have become a staple of the UK doom and stoner scenes since the release of their 2024 EP, Hermits and Mandrakes. Two years later, this Newcastle upon Tyne quartet has finally dropped its independently-released debut LP, Trip Meadow. Whether a British stoner-doom scenester or a newcomer, you’re surely wondering whether Druidess’s musical trip feels like strolling through a meadow or slogging through a jungle.

    Druidess travel through the crevices of Mount Doom and the streets of Stonerville, but they also haunt the alleys of Psychedelphia. Guitarist Daniel Downing powers this English engine, doling out an array of Sabbathian riffs that brood, gallop, and descend, often in the same song (“A Forest Witch’s Daughter”). Beneath Downing is drummer Sam Armstrong, who hits hard but sprinkles in peppery jazz accents, keeping things rhythmically dynamic (“Descended from Giants”). The highlight, however, is vocalist Shonagh Brown, who knows how to hold a straightforward verse and develop a sticky chorus (“Knightingales”). Brown claims Joan Jett (The Runaways) as a major influence, but I also hear Laura Donnelly (King Witch) in her penchant for effortless power.1 Draping Druidess’s stoner-doom core in a psychedelic haze is keyboardist James Hill, whose organ plinks owe a debt of gratitude to The Doors while recalling a contemporary band like Green Lung. If the presence of organ sounds insufficiently psychedelic, then you’ll be glad to hear that a saxophone occasionally moans melancholic melodies2 (“Trip Meadow,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”).3 Aesthetically and performance-wise, Trip Meadow brings home the goods.

    The songwriting, however, sometimes sails the Inconsistent Sea. The songs hovering around 4 minutes deliver memorable jolts of Iommian riffs and Jettian choruses (“Mandragora,” “The Hermit of Druid’s Temple”). Even when Druidess expand to the 6–7 minute range, they usually do a good job balancing subdued excursions and tempo shifts with solid songcraft (“The Forest Witch’s Daughter,” “A Witches’ Sabbath”). A few tracks, however, could’ve definitely been pared down, the major example being the 10-minute title track. “Trip Meadow” opens with a sultry saxophone groove before reducing to an ominous organ line obliterated by a crushing doom riff. From there, it takes too long for the song to get to its good (not great) chorus. At around the 8-minute mark, however, Druidess goes off on gothic riff variations, variations that would’ve hit even harder were they to have come sooner.

    I must also mention that Trip Meadow shares much in common with Druidess’s previous jaunt. Five of the album’s seven songs, in fact, appear on the Hermits and Mandrakes EP. Druidess does sonically improve these cuts for Trip Meadow, especially the vocal mix. Whereas Brown sits awkwardly atop the band on the EP, her voice feels prominent but porous on the LP, commingling with the fuzzy guitar tones while still carrying the tunes. It is disappointing, however, that roughly 70 percent of the material here exists on another release. The two new songs, though quite good, are not the strongest material on display. As discussed, “Trip Meadow” embodies enormous potential only partly realized. Meanwhile, “Descended from Giants” contains mighty fine bass-work, a neat pseudo-breakdown, and killer concluding wails, but it also retreads ground already covered.

    Trip Meadow trips in a few ways, but ultimately, it’s a trip worth taking. If you’re already familiar with the Hermits and Mandrakes EP, the debut LP will probably feel like a tedious (albeit sonically improved) trek through well-worn terrain. If you’re like I was, however, ignorant of the EP and desiring of quality stoner-doom, then you should definitely take a stroll through Druidess’s comforting meadow of fuzzed-out riffs and fantastic vocals. At 41 minutes, Trip Meadow gets away with its redundancies because it sounds so good. If subsequent musical adventures tighten the songwriting while exploring experimentation under a cozy psych aesthetic, Druidess may find Greatness as a future destination.


    Rating: 3.0/5.0
    DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Self-Release
    Websites: Instagram | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: June 26th, 2026

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  • Rock Stars Celebrating Birthdays in July

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  • Blink-182 fans, where are you? Celebrate Blink-182 Day in style with my pick of t-shirts, caps, posters & more

    Today is Blink-182 Day – a fan-created celebration of the Californian rockers that’s held annually on the 182nd day of the year.

    Although an unofficial event, it’s been recognised by the band themselves in recent years and they’ve flagged the day on their Facebook page this year too.

    To mark the occasion – and while we wait for the 25th anniversary edition of Take Off Your Pants And Jacket on October 30 – I’ve picked out a number of Blink-182 products – everything from t-shirts and hats, to tote bags and concert posters.

    Looking for rock-themed gifts?

  • The Commoners Announce ‘Runnin’ Blind’ Single & November 2026 UK Tour

    Celebrated Canadian Roots Rock band The Commoners return to the UK in November 2026 for a 12-date Headline UK Tour with special guest Spencer Mackenzie. An exclusive 48-hour ticket pre-sale will start at 10am UK time on Wednesday July 1st at Commoners.ca. Tickets go on general sale at 10am UK time on Friday July 3rd […]

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  • “I’m like, ‘I don’t know, man! I’m in Arizona!’” In 1993, Kurt Cobain asked Sepultura man Max Cavalera where to get heroin in Brazil

    Any frequent traveller will tell you that, when you’re out and about, sourcing recommendations from locals will almost always trump whatever you can find in the guidebooks. This can be true of where to eat, what to do and how to get about. Nirvana legend Kurt Cobain clearly knew this – because, in 1993, the alt-rock icon called then-Sepultura member Max Cavalera to ask where to score drugs in Brazil.

    Cavalera co-founded Sepultura with his drummer brother Iggor in 1984, during their teenage years in Belo Horizonte. By the time the singer/guitarist had Cobain on the blower nine years later, his band were among the biggest in metal, touring globally and climbing album charts. Nirvana, meanwhile, were superstars, Nevermind having come out and dominated the mainstream two years prior.

    Cavalera spoke about his unlikely call from Cobain during an appearance on The Bogcast a few years ago. The frontman – who now lives in Phoenix, Arizona – told the anecdote when asked about his coolest tour story.

    “It’s actually not really a tour story,” he began. “I was here in Phoenix.

    “It was during [the touring cycle for 1993 album] Chaos A.D.. My son, Zyon, was just born, Chaos A.D. had just come out and Nirvana went to play in Brazil, big festival.”

    A friend of Cavalera’s was also at the festival, performing lower on the bill as the lead singer of a hardcore band. This friend called Cavalera and, shortly after, put Cobain on the phone.

    “I was like, ‘Oh, shit! Kurt Cobain! Damn!’” Cavalera exclaimed to The Bogcast. “I started talking to Kurt Cobain. He mentioned his daughter [Frances Bean Cobain, born in 1992] and I said, ‘Yeah I have a son, Zyon, blah blah blah.’”

    Then, out of nowhere: “Right in the middle of the conversation, [Cobain] was like, ‘Where can I get some fucking drugs man?!’”

    Cobain was addicted to substances at the time, including heroin. Cavalera’s wife and manager, Gloria, wrote on her website that the drug the frontman asked her husband after was specifically heroin. The question left the Sepultura man stumped.

    “I was like, ‘I don’t know, man! I’m in Arizona!’,” Cavalera reflected. “‘Tell you what: the guy that you’re hanging out with, he’s the one. Just talk to him about it!’ That was pretty funny.”

    Cobain tragically took his own life in April 1994, aged 27. Cavalera continued to front Sepultura until 1996, when he left the lineup over disagreements with his bandmates over their management. Iggor stayed in Sepultura until 2006, and the drummer mended fences with his brother shortly after his departure.

    Cavalera now plays in Soulfly, as well as in Cavalera Conspiracy with Iggor. The siblings are currently playing Chaos A.D. in full on tour. Sepultura, sustained by classic members Andreas Kisser and Paolo Jr, continue to perform but are currently in the middle of a farewell tour.

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  • 250 Top American Metal Albums For 250 Years Of America, Part 3

    For the 250th anniversary of America, Last Rites is featuring 250 of the greatest American metal albums ever made, and here we are at Part III, already. Please note that these albums are not ranked or ordered in any way — just prime examples of kick-ass heavy metal made by American bands. Got any ideas what entries are still to come? Got any favorites that you’re sure we missed? (You’ll know by Friday, if we did.) Let us know in the comments!

    Catch up on Part 1 & Part 2 here & here.

    Elder – Reflections Of A Floating World

    Helmet – Meantime

    Between The Buried And Me – Colors

    Review

    Skid Row – Slave To The Grind

    Slave to the Grind was just a couple years away from being my favorite ‘80s album. Instead, we’ll just chalk it up as one of my favorite heavy metal albums ever.

    From the badass intro “Monkey Business” to their magnum opus “Quicksand Jesus,” they were at the top of their game here. To this day, I’ll randomly find myself humming the bass line to “Psycho Love” or quoting the chorus to “Slave to the Grind” after a week of work. Speaking of which, the title track made way for one of heavy metal’s all-time great riffs that, for some reason, isn’t talked about enough.

    Despite the beef between Sebastian Bach and Snake remaining unresolved, you just can’t take away from the band’s legacy and their spot as one of the best duos from that era. Slave to the Grind is the band’s best effort and an album I return to just as much as any. They captured magic on this one. And if we’re lucky enough to see the improbable reunion, I’ll donate one of my three wishes to hear this one played in full at some point. [BLIZZARD OF JOZZSH]

    Sacred Reich – Ignorance

    Saint Vitus – Saint Vitus (1984)

    Crunch time with 3 seconds left on the clock, I’m hurling the 1984 debut from LA’s Saint Vitus as thee definitive US doom metal record (with a solemn bow to Trouble’s Psalm 9, just an inch behind) and praying for nothing but net. I just might nail it, too, because not only does this leveling S/T check all the boxes for doom’s most ideal framework—HUGE Iommic riffs that pull the listener into unconquerable quicksand, batshit psychedelia dripping from frenzied leads, redemptive howls from a penitent freak behind the mic, and drums fully destroyed by Conan the Barbarian’s mongrel doppelgänger—it also happens to underscore one of doom’s sneakiest tricksies better than most: PARIAHISM. Great doom has always (barely) endured as metal’s ugliest duckling haunting the fringes, and you simply cannot get more ‘outcast’ than Saint Vitus circa 1984 offering up these songs on a fucking punk rock label to fans that expected and hungered for speed, Speed, and more SPEED. Hey, guess what, this record is incredibly punk, just as much as it is classic American doom. [CAPTAIN]

    Cobalt – Gin

    Starkweather – Croatoan

    In a logical world, this is what we would call deathcore. After all, Starkweather is rather unique in how they blend sludgy metalcore with the brutality and heft of death metal. With its combination of pounding (but nuanced) rhythms, nauseating grooves, uneasy melodies, progressive song structures, and perversely heavy riffs, Croatoan is designed to provide maximum punishment at all times. Add in the vocal performance of Rennie Resmini, who shifts from slithery singing and haggard screams to death growls, and you’ve got one harrowing record. More than that, even, as everything here comes together perfectly to make Croatoan one of the most intense listening experiences in extreme metal. Heavy, heavy stuff. [ZACH DUVALL]

    Review

    Weakling – Dead As Dreams

    Clutch – Robot Hive / Exodus

    Review

    Warlord – Deliver Us

    The Obsessed – The Obsessed

    Manowar – Into Glory Ride

    Pantera – Far Beyond Driven

    Heathen – Breaking The Silence

    Leeway – Born To Expire

    Drawn And Quartered – Hail Infernal Darkness

    Review

    Darkest Hour – Hidden Hands Of A Sadist Nation

    Origin: Washington D.C.

    Why it belongs: For better or worse (and I say better), melodic metal-core is one of the sub-genres truly indigenous to the United States and “Hidden Hands of a Sadist Nation” might be the best the style has to offer. While deeply and gratefully indebted to Scandinavian melo-death, it’s unique among its peers in its full embrace of hardcore’s rage. Plenty melodic, fast and free of frills, Darkest Hour’s sound is largely at odds with the most hardened metalhead’s perception of what metalcore was all about, which is all the more reason it deserves a closer listen.

    What’s the most American thing about Darkest Hour: I’m not totally a subscriber to the idea that “the people who complain about America the most are actually the most Patriotic.” In truth, some folks would really just rather live in a European style welfare state than in Uncle Sam’s freemarket Thunderdome. Me? I’m with American Modernist painter Georgia O’Keefe who, according to one of my very favorite fridge magnets, once said to create the Great American anything we must “feel America, like America, love America and then work.” Produced during the height of America’s Iraq War crack-up, Darkest Hour may not demonstrate much love for the Stars n’ Bars on “Hidden Hands” but there is definitely no indifference. The band felt America deeply, got to work and created The Great American Metalcore Album. [DAVID FONSECA]

    Review

    Pyrrhon – What Passes For Survival

    Review

    Exodus – Bonded By Blood

    Atheist – Unquestionable Presence

    Testament – The Legacy

    Xasthur – Telepathic With The Deceased

    Given the available audio evidence of solo black metal artists, the late 90s and early 2000s were apparently some of the bleakest times known to beast or man. Alongside Leviathan, Scott Conner’s Xasthur is one of the most important and prolific names in the carved-wrist niche of nihilistic, depressive black metal that bubbled up in those years (including fellow travelers such as Striborg, Crebain, Draugar, Nortt, Krohm, I Shalt Become, Endless Dismal Moan, Vrolok). Drawing inspiration both from the wellspring of early Burzum and America’s homegrown titan of solipsistic miserablism, Judas Iscariot, Xasthur turned up the woozy dissonance and transformed the blown-out lo-fi instrumentation into a mirror universe vision of neoclassical drone masquerading as black metal. Nearly everything Xasthur produced in the six-year span from A Gate through Bloodstained Mirrors through Subliminal Genocide is worthy, but Telepathic with the Deceased is the most fully-realized version of Conner’s idiosyncratically anhedonic vision. Bleary, hallucinatory missives from a world you don’t want to inhabit but from which you can’t look away. [DAN OBSTKRIEG]

    Brutal Truth – Need To Control

    Dream Theater – Images And Words

    Tyrant – Too Late To Pray

    Gridlink – Longhena

    Review

    System Of A Down – System Of A Down

    Toxicity, and “Chop Suey” in particular, launched this Armenian quartet into the stratosphere, but their self-titled debut remains one of the most enigmatic releases of the last 30 years. And, yes, I’ll be sticking with Armenian instead of American since the band being born and raised in California is a result of their entire people suffering a genocide and being pushed out of their homeland, but we are supposed to be a melting pot here, so I’m glad these chaps found a home on our west coast.

    Heavy riffing, bizarre vocalization, and obtuse lyrics that don’t always seem to make sense are the name of the game on album one, and every part of it gels together perfectly. Whether it’s the stop-start angsty ranting of “Sugar,” the haunting ballad-esque “Spiders,” or the political hostility of “P.L.U.C.K.,” System Of A Down created an unpredictable and chaotic, yet incredibly memorable debut that they never replicated again. [SPENCER HOTZ]

    D.R.I – Crossover

    Rigor Mortis – Rigor Mortis

    Diamonds & Rust

    Artificial Brain – Labyrinth Constellation

    Review

    Metal Church – Metal Church

    The debut from Metal Church features one of the most iconic album covers in the history of the genre and the album earns it with every note. Something of a centerpoint for the Venn diagram of all heavy metal styles of the time, Metal Church brings traditional metal with early shades of power metal, speed metal, and thrash and delivers it all with a special kind of authenticity that justifies the grand stature suggested by the band name. Kurdt Vanderhoof’s guitar tone, riffs, and songwriting all reflect the band’s roots in 70s heavy metal and hard rock as much as they portend metal’s future. Likewise, David Wayne’s vocals are melodic and nuanced as often as they are evil and snarly, laying bricks in the pathway to thrash and other more extreme forms of metal. There’s a reason you’ll find Metal Church patches on the vests of metalheads across the spectrum and this is that album that started it all. [LONE WATIE]

    A Devil’s Dozen: Metal Church

    Morpheus Descends – Ritual Of Infinity

    Ares Kingdom – The Unburiable Dead

    Review

    Holy Terror – Terror And Submission

    Nevermore – This Godless Endeavor

    Coming as late as it does in the Nevermore discography, This Godless Endeavor is — if you weren’t entirely familiar with said discography — almost an odd choice for peak Nevermore. Yet it is peak Nevermore: frenetic, anxious riffing, expressive solos, impassioned singing, heavy lyrics, and all.

    After the muddied delivery of the also great but undercooked Enemies of Reality, This Godless Endeavor felt like — and was — the breath of fresh air the band, and fans, needed. Warrel Dane’s singing here is so acidic that it somehow cuts right through the almost shockingly heavy Loomis riffing. And that’s really what makes this album peak Nevermore; the confluence of those two elements, meeting as they do, feeding off each other. That, and “Born” blows your top off in zero seconds flat. [CHRIS C]

    Massacre – From Beyond

    Winter – Into Darkness

    Review

    Cacophony – Speed Metal Symphony

    Obituary – Cause Of Death

    Cause of Death finds Obituary making some changes, including a lower tuning, a new and quite accomplished lead guitarist in James Murphy, and with this album, John Tardy started singing actual lyrics. The overall approach, however, didn’t change, and hasn’t ever really changed too much: simple, heavy riffs with a gnarly guitar tone, and songs mostly about dying horribly. It’s a winning formula and the aforementioned changes only seem to enhance it. Sure “EWWWWWAAAAARRRRRGH” Is a brilliantly poetic lyric, but “Chopped In Half, Feel the Blood Spill From Your Mouth” does paint a more vivid picture. [JEREMY MORSE]

    Autopsy – Mental Funeral

    Kyuss – Welcome To Sky Valley

    Psychotic Waltz – A Social Grace

    Psychotic Waltz Primer

    Discordance Axis – The Inalienable Dreamless

    The third and final studio album from bass-less Jersey grinders Discordance Axis upped the ante not only for the band, but for grindcore on the whole, seamlessly blending the band’s signature ferocity with stouter production values than they’d had earlier, plus more accomplished musicianship (some of Rob Marton’s skronkier riffs are just *chef’s kiss*), and deeper lyrical themes that were inspired by Jon Chang’s love of anime. Coming off a two-year hiatus in the wake of Marton’s first departure, The Inalienable Dreamless was not born easily, it seems, but when the result is not only one of the best American grindcore albums ever made, but also one of the best grindcore albums ever made by anyone, anywhere… well, that’s a pretty big deal. An absolutely mandatory listen for anyone interested in pure unbridled aggression of the more cerebral variety. [ANDREW EDMUNDS]

    Forbidden – Twisted Into Form

    Possessed – Seven Churches

    Vintage Hallows

    Sleep – Dopesmoker

    Immolation – Close To A World Below

    There’s a line in Karl Willets’s recounting of the legendary “NJ Riot” that I think about a lot: “We met with the guys from Immolation, top blokes… off their tits on PCP, the load-in was amusing… I’d had a bit of crystal meth that night, which may have added to the overall weirdness of the night.” Willets says later that “a more together Immolation” aided in Bolt Thrower’s escape, and it’s like… I’m sorry, they were off their tits on PCP, but more together? Immolation has ADHD, confirmed. Anyway, as I’m not Walter White, I obviously don’t advocate for the life-wrecking effects of meth. Still, the apocalyptic insanity of the rhythmically ingenious Close to a World Below is like “Faces of Meth” counterprogramming, and, uh, almost makes you wish these Yonkers gods could get back to the weirdness of the night. “Father, You’re Not a Father” is also the best Father’s Day song for people who like riffs. [SETH BUTTNAM]

    A Devil’s Dozen: Immolation

    While Heaven Wept – Vast Oceans Lachrymose

    Review

    Anthrax – Among The Living

    THE THIRD 50
    Elder – Reflections Of A Floating World
    Helmet – Meantime
    Between The Buried And Me – Colors
    Skid Row – Slave To The Grind
    Sacred Reich – Ignorance
    Saint Vitus – Saint Vitus
    Cobalt – Gin
    Starkweather – Croatoan
    Weakling – Dead As Dreams
    Clutch – Robot Hive / Exodus
    Warlord – Deliver Us
    The Obsessed – The Obsessed
    Manowar – Into Glory Ride
    Pantera – Far Beyond Driven
    Heathen – Breaking The Silence
    Leeway – Born To Expire
    Drawn And Quartered – Hail Infernal Darkness
    Darkest Hour – Hidden Hands Of A Sadist Nation
    Pyrrhon – What Passes For Survival
    Exodus – Bonded By Blood
    Atheist – Unquestionable Presence
    Testament – The Legacy
    Xasthur – Telepathic With The Deceased
    Brutal Truth – Need To Control
    Dream Theater – Images And Words
    Tyrant – Too Late To Pray
    Gridlink – Longhena
    System Of A Down – System Of A Down
    D.R.I. – Crossover
    Rigor Mortis – Rigor Mortis
    Artificial Brain – Labyrinth Constellation
    Metal Church – Metal Church
    Morpheus Descends – Ritual Of Infinity
    Ares Kingdom – The Unburiable Dead
    Holy Terror – Terror And Submission
    Nevermore – This Godless Endeavor
    Massacre – From Beyond
    Winter – Into Darkness
    Cacophony – Speed Metal Symphony
    Obituary – Cause Of Death
    Autopsy – Mental Funeral
    Kyuss – Welcome To Sky Valley
    Psychotic Waltz – A Social Grace
    Discordance Axis – The Inalienable Dreamless
    Forbidden – Twisted Into Form
    Possessed – Seven Churches
    Sleep – Dopesmoker
    Immolation – Close To A World Below
    While Heaven Wept – Vast Oceans Lachrymose
    Anthrax – Among The Living

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  • LIVE: Alexisonfire + Billy Talent @ OVO Wembley Arena

    It’s a hot day…wait, scratch that. It’s the hottest June day since records began. Where better to go to cool off than packing ourselves into a pit for The Only Band Ever? We’d get the Tube twice as far to catch Alexisonfire and Billy Talent’s UK album-in-full team up show, with the co-headliners each showcasing their biggest record. It’s the millennial dream lineup, but it’s also far more than that; an evening of revelation, proving that there’s hidden depths to our favourite bands and their records that we’d never even considered before. 

    None of the snap to ‘Devil In A Midnight Mass’ has diminished over time and the ability of Billy Talent to reel us in has only grown. While it’s been twenty years since the boys from Ontario dropped ‘II’, tonight is chock full of their trademark crispness that makes their sound inimitable. Somehow playing ‘II’ doesn’t feel like a nostalgia-fest or a game of tracklist bingo: songs like ‘Worker Bees’ are jet- propelled to new heights, fuelled by our singalong and stinging bass lines. Of course, ‘Fallen Leaves’ is pure uncorked lightning in a bottle, and three minutes of the sensation of a crowd and band pushing to their absolute maximum is an energy that can’t be matched. 

    However, as soon as it’s done, the vibe immediately changes like a flicked switch. “That Song” is over, and now they can concentrate on just being a really good rock band. “The theme of tonight is going to be gratitude,” declares Benjamin Kowalewicz, and the first crowdsurfer drifts slowly to the front as they open ‘Where Is The Line’. We see their scrappy past in the frontman’s every movement, but also the stardom that came after, every chord and stretch an autobiography poured into our favourite songs. There’s a deeper beauty buried beneath ’Surrender’, and a smile hits his face as he sees our loving reaction. The longing at the heart of ‘Navy Song’ sets off a pit full of people who are old enough know better than to slam with all their might, and as we slide into a slow burning headbang on ‘Rusted From The Rain’, we’re seeing Billy with new eyes. As they put it, tonight is “a bucket-list dream come true,” for them and us.

    There’s no band that can clip in and out of focus like Alexisonfire. They’re the musical equivalent of a hypnic jerk, and the booming open to ‘Drunks, Lovers, Sinners, Saints’ is mentos dropped into Coke for us. ‘Mailbox Arson’ brings a rush to the centre of your mind before they weaponise feedback to bring in ‘Boiling Frogs’, a song which unifies our rush to the front that a single metal barrier barely feels like enough to control the flood. Vocalist George Pettit circling one finger above his head is enough cue to make the floor tremble under the great, earthmoving riffs of ‘We Are The Sound’.

    “What a beautiful fuckin evening!” exclaims Wade Macneil, and it truly is. For the first time in over a decade we get to hear the thrashing sincerity of ‘Keep It On Wax’ and the live debut of ‘Thrones’, which flows so naturally into the ‘Crisis’ era that the setlist alone feels like artistry.

    The way that ‘Rough Hands’ is reimagined live feels the arena with a velvet emptiness that the studio record was missing, and the entire song is a hammer blow to your emotional control, its layers of harmonies enough to shatter a frozen heart. Alexisonfire have grasped something intangible about the human condition and pressed it into industrial mysticism, and we’re hooked by their punk callouts as they close by chanting The Clash’s ‘Straight To Hell’ to close.

    Album retrospective shows are always a risk. Is it just a chance for a fading star or two to make a couple of quid from nostalgic fans, or is it an opportunity to present a record in a new light and wipe off the dust accumulated over decades? Tonight is the latter. Not only did we get a unique double headliner, but also heard two seminal albums in a way that brings them to life in new and unforgettable forms. We’ve learned a lot about ourselves tonight, but far more about Billy Talent and Alexisonfire. 

    KATE ALLVEY