By: Tiffy Thompson October 23, 2013
Feverish, frantic metal spewed out like a bursting dam. Tight, thunderous drumming and haunting minor chord progressions are accentuated by two singers working in tandem. The auditory equivalent of being fucked by a metal rod, in the best possible sense of the term.
The singer didn’t hesitate to utilize the metal cage to his full advantage; while other acts shied away from the chain-link fence, he promptly scaled up it, reaching wrathfully to the sky like a prisoner. They kept the crowd engaged throughout mild technical difficulties, and their energy level intensified over the course of the set. Their onstage plyometrics amounted to a pummelling, full-body workout. Plenty of head-banging, anguished screams and throat slitting gesturing.
Funny banter with crowd, good communication with each other. Consummate professionals, they were congenial yet hyped the crowd up with just the right amount of fuck-shit-up hardcore verve.
The hair, tattoos, black and angry. They look the part. They used the cage as a visual equivalent of a trap to their animalistic performance, well done.
This is War is about as authentic as you get. There was nothing affected or disingenuous about this performance. Metal with heart.
FINAL GRADE: 90%