The cliché anniversary tour still runs rampant upon our world, and regardless of your opinion of it, the nostalgia-driven gravy train is here to stay. Latest on the docket of trips down memory lane is metalcore heartthrob of the mid-late 2000’s, We Came As Romans, as they celebrate ten years of their debut record To Plant A Seed. This past Wednesday, said celebration made its way to Montreal’s beloved Club Soda for us to consume for one last hurrah before the collapse of live entertainment. What a time to be alive.
Opening out the night was Orange County, CA four-piece Dayseeker. Though there were some definite production shortcomings, this was without question a set to remember. Living out of the more produced end of the current stage of metalcore, what has this band standing out from the pack is its particular use of catchy songwriting in a rather ethereal sense. While yes, some auto tune and backing tracks are noticed, it was still enthralling song writing that kept me interested. Without beating the dead horse here, I’d love to see the bells and whistles tightened up, but even without, these groovy tunes were a solid start to the night.
Following up is the mighty Gideon out of Tuscaloosa, AB. Their brand of groovy hardcore has been missed here in our little slice of frosty heaven (don’t go correcting me on the weather I’m just trying to be clever), but in the time they’ve been absent, some changes have been made. Though they still absolutely sling their true blue hardcore roots, their latest release Out Of Control has seen them take an odd, almost Nu Metal, turn. Where these new tracks definitely have a sense of liveliness to them, there’s no mistaking both the intensity difference from band and alike.
The Devil Wears Prada live in a stratosphere of their own. Time and time again, this act proves themselves to be ever changing. No two performances can ever really be compared and for a pundit such as me, that makes seeing them all the more exciting. During their last visit, a sense of chaos and near collapse was the name of the game, but this particular performance felt fine tuned and damn near perfect. Every one and two in the place it belonged while still displaying their trademark artsy take on metalcore. The experience for the tenured fan was rapture and for the somehow new comer was of utter shock. As their release of The Act goes to show the world that these cats are far from sitting down, one can only hope that once you’re done regretting your absence from this performance while quarantined, you’ll be just in time for another round of touring.
Finally, the act of the hour in Detroit, MI’s own We Came As Romans. I’ve admittedly never been a fan, but I can only proclaim that this was a performance of pinpoint accuracy. A production worthy of a stadium stuffed onto the stage of a nine hundred cap venue. Songs where once were two singers, comfortably recreated to suit the formation of today. Though the loss of late singer Kyle Pavone may have created a hole too deep to fill in the hearts of many long time (or at least as long as there could be) fans, for this fresh eared reviewer, this was as tight as this kind of pop-infused metalcore could get. Wrap this up with a front to back display of an album everybody screamed their little lungs out to when they were in their teens (which again doesn’t say much time wise), as well as all the nostalgia one could possible dish out with documentary-style interludes, and you’ve got yourself a bonafide tear jerker performance.
Now obviously there’s bits and pieces that every attendee will remember more fondly, be it the splicing of their record to include their newest works (including “From The First Note” and “Carry The Weight”), or the inclusion of music videos on fancy LCD screens, or even just the perseverance of an act to continue to live their lives in the face of death and subsequent grief. Whatever was your memorable moment, suffice to say, memories were indeed made. If this performance didn’t tie you over for the “necessary” hysteria that has gone and taken over our way of life, then tough fucking titties to you.
Written by Jason Greenberg
Photography by Marc-Antoine Morin
*edited by Dominic Abate