Written BY: TIFFANY MITCHELL
There was no mistaken that this tour announcement would bring about a lot of back and forth between those who were previous Suicide Silence fans, but aren’t now, and those who remain allegiant. Haters will do what they do best, they hate, and the faithful fans of Suicide Silence would come to celebrate, the 10 Year Anniversary of The Cleansing. To understand the mixed feelings, you must have followed SS throughout their career beginning in 2002. The original frontman (Mitch Lucker,deemed one of deathcores legendary screamers,) passed away in 2012 from injuries sustained in a motorcycle accident. Lucker was loved and respected by industry professionals and fans alike. His death shook the deathcore world, and some would have rather seen Suicide Silence change their band name, rather than bring in a new vocalist. But, SS forged on, and brought in a new vocalist (Eddie Hermida of All Shall Parish,) and put together a memorial show calling it, “Ending Is the Beginning: The Mitch Lucker Memorial Show.” The news of a new vocalist would be hard to swallow for many, as others stood behind SS and welcomed Hermida into the fold. In 2014, with Hermida leading as frontman, they would go on to release You Can’t Stop Me (Nuclear Blast) and an EP called Sacred Words (Nuclear Blast) in 2015. But then, after the early 2017 release of their self titled album hit deathcores doors, things would turn into social media mayhem. Die hard fans of Lucker said hateful things regarding Hermida and the new album, due to the shift in style, Facebook and Twitter became a battleground for insults and bad reviews. There is so much more to this story, but this is not the time nor place to tell it, but I wanted you to have a clearer picture of why attending this tour was so important. I can tell you that regardless of the stir of negativity and backlash, there wasn’t a soul in that place that portrayed their distaste. Beginning with Charm City locals Silence The Requiem.
Baltimore’s own mix-masters of metal, Silence The Requiem, had the fortunate opportunity to jump on this tour due to the inability of Slaughter To Prevail not being able to obtain a Visa to play in the U.S. STP was part of the original lineup, but none the less, SLR would be more than happy to oblige and we were excited to have them. I have to say that the first song they kicked the night off with, “Sleepers,” was exactly what the crowd ordered. Taking the atmosphere from unsure and anxious to rip the roof off and rage set out with pure intention to keep the room in full meltdown mode, “From Death to Design” and “The Captured” set the mic ablaze. All songs that night derived from their 2017 album Of Lucid Intent, a title fitting of its content. Silence The Requiem made Baltimore proud that night and their currently writing their next album, so I suspect you will be seeing a lot more from these guys in the future.
Dead Atlantic, know that name. This Bmore born-and-bred thrashcore band, aren’t newbies by far. DA has had a long-standing love affair with the music scene for years, as some members have come from other bands, most have shared stages with their inspirations or have worked on numerous projects with them in the past. But all, has brought them together to form Dead Atlantic, and if you’ve ever seen them live, you’ll see what all the fuss is about. Said to be labeled old school thrash metal and modern melodic death metal,these hometown hellions are undeniably metal to the fuckin core. First on the field and equipped to conquer, they delivered an onslaught of songs from their album I Am The Wolf. Beginning with “This Massacre Is Real,” it was the perfect track to provoke the anxious mob with its building intensity and devastating breakdown. “The Art Of Insomnia” followed, and turned out being my absolute fave song of the night. Totally revealing their diversity and talent as musicians, this song delivered a beautiful mix of everything metal including a few insanely sweet solos. DA ended up only getting to play a four song set, but didn’t disappoint, as they finished up with the title track off their album “I Am The Wolf.” The slow instrumental build was just enough preparation for the oh-so-climactic explosion that followed. Excited but not spent, the masses chanted “one more song, one more song” with horns held high. Not surprised at all by the crowds reaction, Dead Atlantic led the charge that night and won the first wave.
“I’m a bridge torcher
A tortured performer
A victim of abuse who is shorter when cornered
If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I’m never enough, but…
I’ve got a knife in my hand and a dying dream
Oh, yes, I’ve got a knife in my hand and a dying dream “
and the disorderly destruction of “Dead Meat” incited the center of the mosh-pit to spawn in all directions. Playing songs off of their latest EP, N.G.R.I., these four dudes from Florida dished out a dark and disruptive energy with raw,ravaging lyrics that provoked the beast within. Your confined psyche wanted to unleash the hell and lose itself in the music. From Silence The Requiem to Dead Atlantic to Prison, it was a marvel that the bones of the building weren’t bowing to break. You couldn’t really pin down exactly what genre you were hearing or feeling when Prison was under the lights, because they have this massive stage presence that just make you want to rip all the shit out of your head and tear it to shreds. The fact that Prison landed on tour with Suicide Silence without a backing label or manager, speaks volumes about them. If you came to the show that night with any worries on your mind, Prison provided a moment to release the rage and say fuck the rest.
Now, if you’re a metalcore/post hardcore fan, than I know you gotta love Upon A Burning Body (Sumerian Records.) UABB is Texas true and true and loved through and through, according to every crowd reaction I have ever witnessed. Having seen these guys play live six times, they command the stage because Danny, Tito, Joe and Ruben are like no other metal band. I mean every band has something special about them, right? Well, UABB wear their Texas pride on their sleeves, leave crowds in disbelief and always give 100%. There was no need to declare who they were as a band, for the lot below confessed their allegiance by “Yeah, Hell-Yeah’s” and horns held high. As UABB walked out onto the fog filled platform, the darkness became faded and colored lights illuminated them as they took their places. “BMF” lead the charge accompanied by “Red Razor Wrists” and as I walked the length of the photo pit to secure the best shots, I had to duck behind security several times to avoid the steady stream of crowdsurfers coming over the barricade. If it was your first time catching their show you may have asked yourself if it was a normal occurrence for the house to teeter on its foundation, or if the sense of urgency to sing yourself voiceless was something everyone else felt too. Well yes, by my own experience it is, and I would have to say everyone who was there that night as well. So grab a drink, feel the latin-infused frenzy build up inside and let go to “Til The Break Of Dawn.” With middle fingers up and “Pledge Your Allegiance” to their anthem;
Pledge your allegiance.”
That was the scene, and it just drew you in like the droves in the throes of the monstrous pit that kept growing. Seven songs later and a brief intermission, Upon A Burning Body was back to lock it in with “Sin City” and let it fly with “Texas Blood Money.” Just like the viking clans war cries following the conquering win, fists and horns raised are this generations swords and shields, and both were lifted to say, fuck yeah UABB rules.
You were thinking that there’s no way she(I) can have anything else to say and I admit that I talk too much. Hey, no sweat, you can always just skip to the photos, or hell, just close the page. If you stick around, I have one more performance from that night I just have to run off at the mouth about. No, not in a bad way, I actually love myself some Suicide Silence, Yes, the Mitch Lucker SS and the Eddie Hermida SS. If you don’t like it, it’s cool don’t read it. Before I even get into anything about that night and their set, I have to say that no matter what has been said about this tour before, during or even after, I observed nothing less than a superb band, being supported fully by metalcore/deathcore loving fans. So I need to share the super awesome sickness of the 10 Year Anniversary of The Cleansing Tour as they epically played The Cleansing in its entirety beginning with “Unanswered.” There was no need for fancy stage props or pyrotechnics as vocalist Eddie Hermida flawlessly dispatched his verbal assault with ease. “Hands Of A Killer” and “The Price Of Beauty” churned the pit that raged near capacity, as the air rang out with the sounds of the past. From an onlookers perspective, what may have looked like bloodthirsty creatures unleashing their temperaments (for some it holds some truth,) for most, it was utter absolution from this thing we call life. Standing in the VIP section, I had a clear view of fever that seized the room, and everyone it contained. “The Fallen” was next, with “No Pity For A Coward” to chase it down, as the echoes resonated like a tribute to the past.
“Seconds from the end
What’s it gonna be?
Pull the trigger bitch.” (X4)
Broken bridges of bodies traveled across fingertips from all corners of the dwelling. Cascading limbs and torsos fell as the barricades hold was rebelling. “The Disease,” “Bludgeoned To Death” and “Girl Of Glass,” made you feel part of the birth of its creation, as “In A Photograph” “Eyes Sewn Shut” made you feel alive with sonic-revelation. By the time Suicide Silence got to “Green Monster,” everyone was so absorbed in the moment that no one realized that they had one more song to give us. For 11 songs SS played a flawless Eddie Hermida, was on his fucking game, dude’s range just gave me chills. Mark Heylmun, who has been part of SS since The Cleansing was first released in 2007, shredded his soul that night, just like another, guitarist Chris Garza. I was half expecting some guitar smashing just for kicks by Garza, however it didn’t matter because he ripped, I mean, he ripped the house apart. Let’s not forget Dan Kenny on bass and Alex Lopez on drums, and the breakneck blasting with the beautiful corruption of Dan on that five-string. Song after song, Suicide Silence layed them out like it was the first reveal. It’s the end of the night and everyone knows the last tune incites such sweet chaos, and “Destruction Of A Statue” did indeed rally it’s soldiers to the cause. Final words were spoken, and you felt the reverie diminish as people turned to leave feeling bummed that it was over. But wait, the lights had returned along with the band.
Hermida asked “do you want one, or do you want three?” Then he says “front to fucking back, split this room in half, everybody pick a side.”
Check out this clip of Suicide Silence @ Baltimore Soundstage and the wall of death that kicked off my favorite song of all, “Disengage.” Taken by my good friend Joe Mushalko with a Galaxy Note 8, as he climbed on top of the bar to get the best view.
Video Credit: Joe Mushalko
After “Disengage,” the last two songs were the only ones not on The Cleansing, but they tore the guts out of the walls with “Hold Me Up, Hold Me Down” and “You Only Live Once.” You Only Live Once” is the ultimate put your pain up on a shelf and get insane song. The building literally felt like its was rocking from the jumping, crowdsurfing and moshing that just exploded when the song hit. It was super rad to watch, and I can say with 100% honestly that it was the best tour of 2017 that I had attended. Every band on the bill that night played their fucking hearts out, and I can’t think of one thing that would have made it any better than it turned out to be. So props to every band that made this tour so kick-ass.
Suicide Silence @ Baltimore Soundstage
Upon A Burning Body @ Baltimore Soundstage
Prison& Dead Atlantic @ Baltimore Soundstage
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Suicide Silence- Self Titled
Upon A Burning Body– Straight From The Barrio
Dead Atlantic– I Am The Wolf
Silence The Requiem–Of Lucid Intent