It’s nearly impossible to get thousands of people excited about a debut EP; unless, of course, you have members from some of the most beloved and respected bands in hardcore and metal in the lineup. END is the new hardcore project that has emerged as quite the supergroup. Hardcore vets Will Putney (Fit For An Autopsy), Brendan Murphy (Counterparts), Greg Thomas (Misery Signals, Shai Hulud), Andrew McEneney (Trade Wind, Structures), and Jay Pepito (Reign Supreme, Blacklisted) have come together to create the bone-crushing From The Unforgiving Arms Of God EP.
A Knocked Loose show isn’t the kind of event you enter into lightly. The Kentucky-based hardcore band have quickly become infamous in the scene for bringing out the rowdiest and most brutal crowds. After the release of their first EP Pop Culture and their recent full-length Laugh Tracks, everyone knows by now that if you go into a KL pit you should expect to get K.O.’d.
Based on the tracks that Capsize have released from their upcoming album so far, A Reintroduction: The Essence of All That Surrounds Me looks like it’s set to be one of the best releases of 2016. Their latest track, “Tear Me Apart,” features Brendan Murphy from Counterparts and comes with an accompanying, black and white performance video that takes place in a kind of glowing nowhere. It features more clean vocals and more melody than even their last single, “I Think It’s Best We Don’t Talk Anymore.” Don’t worry, though, it still keeps the heaviness and it’s as real as ever. Watch the video below and see what frontman Daniel Wand had to say about the new song here.
Get ready because this is going to be a good one. Architects have just announced that they will be touring with Counterparts, Sworn In, and Make Them Suffer beginning in July! Pre-sale tickets go up tomorrow morning and regular tickets go on sale this Friday. Get yours!
In the cozy, dim, musty room known as The Studio at Webster Hall, a frenzied soldout crowd gathered on December 12th to let loose and blow off steam to the varying hardcore sounds of Kublai Khan, Fit For An Autopsy, Counterparts and The Acacia Strain on their Tune Low Die Slow Tour. Leaving out the inefficiency of the venue’s staff, which kept concert goers waiting to enter for over forty five minutes, The Studio is the perfect host for shows like this. There was no shortage of stage climbers, crowd surfers and mic grabbers. The low, crowded stage and the lack of barricades help make shows here intimate, family affairs…
In the cozy, dim, musty room known as The Studio at Webster Hall, a frenzied soldout crowd gathered on December 12th to let loose and blow off steam to the varying hardcore sounds of Kublai Khan, Fit For An Autopsy, Counterparts and The Acacia Strain on their Tune Low Die Slow Tour. Leaving out the inefficiency of the venue’s staff, which kept concert goers waiting to enter for over forty five minutes, The Studio is the perfect host for shows like this. There was no shortage of stage climbers, crowd surfers and mic grabbers. The low, crowded stage and the lack of barricades help make shows here intimate, family affairs.
My night began with Kublai Khan, although local New York band Newcomer was supposed to have played ahead of them. I will never know. The opinionated Texan band named after a merciless Mongol emperor blasted their hopeful message of change and togetherness without over-the-top showmanship. As much as I love watching manic stage antics, Matt Honeycutt’s (vocals) onstage presence is enough to hold anyone’s attention without it. This band is about what needs to be said, and Honeycutt says it well. Bodies went flying and when Kublai Khan performed “Color Code” there could not have been more energy flowing through The Studio.
Fit For An Autopsy came on next and the room could not have felt smaller. The eclectic combination of deathcore blast beats and melodic death metal grooves saw the pit expand and consume the vast majority of the space. You could feel the anger radiating from it and the stage. There was no room in The Studio for anything other than the palpable disgust in humanity that is a mainstay in FFAA’s music.
Fit For An Autopsy’s endurance is remarkable. Joe Badolato (vocals) steadily released thunderous low growls as his bandmates furiously played their speeding instrumentals through the set with minimal pauses, one of which was to call a fight that had broken out as “pussy shit” that no one wanted to see, and another to announce “Out to Sea” to a cheering crowd.
The cheers continued as the lively, bouncy Counterparts excited The Studio with their relentless energy and upbeat sounds. I didn’t know what to expect from the Canadians, but I wasn’t disappointed. Their metalcore sounds were in cheery (well, cheerier) opposition to the lower, heavier bands before them. The most impressive aspect of their set was the crowd’s insanity. I can’t remember the last time I saw a band that wasn’t headlining make the entire venue move.
The crowd turned it up almost to the ceiling when Massachusetts deathcore veterans The Acacia Strain unleashed their hopeless, godless and ruthless auditory punishment. Vincent Bennett (vocals) lugged around the stage with an empty, crazed stare spitting up and down, throwing water on the crowd. When he spoke between songs he sounded honest and caring. During songs, he was the embodiment of hate. When he bellowed, “I am the end of the world,” he was surrounded by fans on stage shouting it as rabidly as he was. Other songs played were recent and old favorites including “JFC” and “4×4” as well as songs from Coma Witch. When you’re only playing hits the crowd, will always lose their shit.
Bennett walked off stage leaving the rest of the band to cool down the crowd with instrumentals. As I walked out I passed a guy with a blood-covered fist showing a friend, claiming none of the blood was his. That’s what an evening in a cramped room with hardcore bands will do to you. The tour is now over, but three out of the four bands are on the rise. Keep an eye out for Kublai Khan, Fit For An Autopsy, and Counterparts while you continue enjoying The Acacia Strain.
by David Marulanda