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SAINT VITUS BONGZILLA perfect atmosphere for their harrowing sludge. their downtuned bluesy licks lumbering like a beast of respected and France’s infamous cyclops terminators, Celeste, burden under Muleboy’s feral, twisted howls. legendary doom descend upon The Underworld complete with bleak, While everyone is clamouring to be at The Roundhouse act, the predicted blackened riffs and head torches. Blastbeats, razor sharp today, there’s still plenty to check out on other stages. At sing-a-longs and guitars and throaty screams echo forth as strobes strike The Black Heart, Venomous Maximus pump a shot silly dancing through the infinite smog of smoke machines – this of adrenaline into the hungover rabble gathered to watch for ‘Bewitched’ performance is an attack on all the senses for all who are them – the plentiful riffs are proof that it’s never too early tidal wave their present. Primitive and explosive, Inter Arma provide a to party. way through raw energy that’s as impactful as it is creatively complex. Boss Keloid arrive at The Black Heart in a squall the crowd, as Drummer T J Childers is on of feedback, which vocalist Alex lager spills fire, throwing out cavernous TURBONEGRO Hurst assures us is how they say and laughter CANDLEMASS fills, and ‘Transfiguration’ is hello. Their tar thick riffs lose a little ensues. This sublime, stabbing guitars momentum due to technical issues, was clearly underscoring Mike Paparo’s but a brief rhythm section jam and never a set that was going to be taken echoing roars. As if today’s Hurst’s wide-eyed, intense stage seriously. stage hasn’t been heavy presence carry them through. Saint The crush of people is inescapable as everyone enough, Inter Arma raise the Vitus are legends in their own right rushes to make the 9.15PM entry curfew for Sleep. bar to an impossibly high and they pack The Roundhouse with a A towering backline stands as a promise of the trio’s standard that the acts that loyal following all wanting to worship massive tone, and a hero’s welcome awaits them as they follow will have to very work at the altar of doom. Obviously ‘Born take the stage. As soon as Matt Pike buzzes out that first hard to live up to. Stoner metal Too Late’ is the track the crowd goes chord from ‘Holy Mountain’, The Roundhouse erupts in legends Scissorfight are wild for, unfortunately, it’s the last furious headbanging, the chorus of sparking lighters more than up to the challenge and ends a set that feels too short. almost audible beneath the blaring amps. Twenty five – the band of the day that At The Underworld Wear Your years on and ‘Dragonaut’ is still the stoner rock anthem, many have been waiting for. Wounds enrapture with emotion Al Cisneros incanting like a possessed wise man, Jason Simplistic yet heavy hitting, and potency, dominating throughout Roeder mauling his kit like an animal. They sound tighter they rage through their set of their first UK performance with than ever, and their spaced out 90-minute set melts catchy, anthemic Southern meditative, rich layers. Jacob Bannon away all too quickly. Sleep reduce every superlative to dirges, creating a buzz of electricity throughout an is a masterful frontman and a total hush falls over the meaninglessness, rendered unto godhood by the praise of excitable and rowdy crowd that’s completely infectious. audience as they watch – you could almost hear a pin the crowd. For a large portion of the crowd however, the whole drop. Despite Jacob’s vocals being a tad swallowed by the Words: Angela Davey, Jay Hampshire weekend is focussed on Turbonegro, and the mix, it’s cinematic, genre defying bliss. Pics: Gemma Shaw Turbojugend are out in force. It’s a party; driving punk Cascadian black rhythms and big crowd sing-alongs abound as frontman metal casts its icy spell Anthony Madsen-Sylvester cheekily banters his way over The Roundhouse through the bombast. Playful and strutting, it’s a hell of a as Wolves In The good time. Bongzilla round off the night and the smell Throne Room in the air as they hit the stage is as cloying as the fat of take the stage. An their riffs. Obscenely good fun, if the urge to party wasn’t hour of spine chilling already prevalent in all those in attendance, it certainly is atmosphere and by the end of this show. primeval force echoes around the vastness SUNDAY of the venue as the sizeable crowd descends to watch Welsh duo pummel their way riffsmiths Hark lay it down. Their sludge-tinged, through a completely Ahook laden grooves sound massive, aided by awe-inspiring set Simon Bonwick’s clattering drums. A set peppered with list of their best favourites old and new, it’s the guitar pyrotechnics from material. The party the newer cuts that punch them into the stratosphere. vibe seeps back in Performing for the second time this weekend, Bongzilla for Candlemass. kick things off at the Roundhouse with slab-like riffing, While they’re a well- SCISSORFIGHT For More Live Reviews Visit www.Terrorizer.com TERRORIZER #283 75.