Photo Credit: Robin Ervolina
What happens when a classically trained vocalist says fuck you to the opera world and straps on fuck me boots and a black cat suit? Throw a few long-haired guitar gods in the mix, and you’ve got Huntress, the bad ass metal outfit from California. Huntress attacked the stage like a battle ground, unleashing a theatrical spectacle full of impossible energy. Vocalist Jill Janus growls menacingly, sings like a fallen angel, unleashes her four-octave range with reckless abandon. Lighting and perfectly placed fans hail the hair apocalypse, setting an eerie atmosphere for Huntress to collect fans.
As far as tour support goes, Trivium and Sabaton could have done much, much worse. There is nothing understated about Huntress. Glorious manes of gold and dark form a hairy-go-round to frantic riffs. Performance and metal are in their blood. Their too-brief set left me breathless, and I heard many an audible, “Damn!” from a crowd road hard and put away wet. Warm up act, my ass; Huntress is clearly a wear down act. Check out their site frequently for tour dates because this is a show you definitely have to experience.
Photo Credits: Robin Ervolina