Some may question the strength of the metal/hardcore/metalcore scene in my darling Montreal, QC. Some will question the vitality, strength, and participation of metal and metal associative communities, here and everywhere. Those that question need to witness performances like I did last Thursday at a little loving sweat lodge of a venue I know and love known as Le Ritz. Silent Planet of Los Angeles, CA, rolled through with a gaggle of friends with the intent of inspiring minds, warming hearts, and emptying your pores.
First crack at the night was a little local love from Montreal based metalcore act Suicide For A King. If you’ve been reading any metalcore show review out of Montreal (including my own), there’s a chance you’ve already caught an inkling of these young cats, but nonetheless, you owe it to yourself and to your community to give their take on a familiar style of progressive metalcore that we may have all heard before but still adore. As it often is with fresh acts out of any local city, these dudes definitely have a little to work on in terms of stage comfort and fluidity musically, but with every passing performance, it’s a pleasure to watch said comforts consistently fall into place. Your local scene is dead, rest easy knowing that.
Following up was utter chaos in creativity in the form of Louisville, KY’s Greyhaven. Upstaging an entire tour doesn’t happen often, but without any doubt, I can say this was the most memorable performance of the evening in my opinion. That’s including the fact that my grumpy ass couldn’t see the stage from the back of the room through the fog of human perspiration emitted from a sold-out crowd packed inside our little venue on this day. Disturbing tones and compositions, ethereal vocal arrangements and melodies, all neatly wrapped upa southern-inspired take on what we commonly refer to as noise core. This being their first successful attempt at getting into the country, I can’t stress enough that if you ever come by the name Greyhaven again, you need to stop what you are doing, no matter the importance, to see this act. Your ears, your heart, and especially your loins will very much appreciate it.
Currents out of Fairfield, CT, have been on nothing short of a fucking tidal wave in terms of rising popularity. Each passing performance shows them growing more and more fucking monstrous. This last Thursday was easily the smallest venue or crowd I’ve seen this band in front of, but not a single voice stayed silent during “Into Despair” when required to inform the heavens and neighbors alike that we let the devil in us. Crowd participation aside, the exquisite sound this room is known for did nothing short of perch this act up perfectly for a tour such as this. I firmly believe that these Connecticut cats will continue to climb and before long (if not already), you yourself will be feasting upon whatever crumb the mighty Currents will gladly feed you.
Silent Planet is a particularly special act in terms of the amalgamation of genres with which they reside. There’s a surprisingly unique blend that happens here. Crushing tone work, while still staunchly operating out of the progressive end of the metalcore spectrum and simultaneously maintaining a level of “wokeness” contextually that is utterly unmatched among their peers. Its taken years and countless instances of seeing them live for me to “get it.” My last time mostly brought me there but this time I was enjoying the entire ordeal from “Trilogy” to “Firstborn.”. Art will grow on you with exposure and bands in particular will evolve over time into shapes and sizes that you may love or hate. Sometimes you just gotta stare at the picture long enough to see the fucking boat everybody is telling you about. In this case, this performance was moving, and dominating at the same time. I may have been late to this party but nonetheless, this show, with its sweaty fucking attendees, dairy thick fog of pure body heat, and immaculate room sound in particular was something to behold, even if you couldn’t from the back of the room.
Written by Jason Greenberg
Photography by Michael Kovacs
*Edited by Dominic Abate