Last night, I had the distinct pleasure of attending a concert that kicked off with an outstanding performance by Holy Fawn. By the time their set came to a close, Holy Fawn had unmistakably turned the uninitiated into newly minted fans.
Each member brought their unique talents to the fore, creating a beautifully complex and rich soundscape that enthralled the crowd from start to finish. The band radiates an energy that’s almost tangible; it’s impossible not to be swept up in it, and last night’s performance was a clear testament to this.
Of particular note was the drummer, whose raw, unabashed enthusiasm was impossible to ignore. His infectious energy was palpable, spilling out from the stage and spreading through the crowd like wildfire. He was clearly in his element, and it was a joy to behold.
The lead singer, on the other hand, took us on an entirely different journey. His incredible vocal abilities were a key highlight of the performance, especially his hauntingly beautiful screams. They bore a striking resemblance to the screams you might hear in black metal, chilling and raw — a reminder of the emotional depths music can reach.
From the thunderous bass to the wailing guitars, every aspect of the performance was on point. Each member of the band delivered a show that was nothing short of outstanding. They all contributed to a compelling blend of sounds that was truly electrifying.
Their stage decorations were not only visually impressive but also seamlessly matched the vibe of their music. I found myself absorbed in every nuance of their dynamic art, from the melody they produced to the atmosphere they curated. And their distinctive, cool aesthetic added another layer of fascination to the experience.
While Holy Fawn’s spectacular performance set the bar quite high, the headliner act, Thrice, met it effortlessly. A stalwart in their genre, Thrice has consistently provided audiences with powerful, unforgettable performances — and last night was no exception.
As Thrice took to the stage, the crowd erupted into a frenzied roar of anticipation, giving rise to one of the most dynamic mosh pits I’ve experienced in quite some time. Perhaps we fans are all a bit older and wiser now, because this pit testified to a resurgence of respect and camaraderie in the hardcore scene.
Even amidst the raw energy of the pit, there was a palpable undercurrent of mutual respect and consideration. I got knocked to the ground a few times in the chaos, but fellow moshers were as quick to get me on my feet and make sure I was alright as they were to dive back into the whirlpool of energy.
Something else that seems to be more common as we fans grow older is the social and welcoming atmosphere of these shows, shattering my meek expectations. Not that the scene was ever particularly unfriendly, but I think we appreciate each other much more now, recognizing that despite the crowded theatre and the score of fans in attendance, we share a somewhat rare bond though our shared musical interests.
What was once a throng of angsty teenagers and gruff, leather-clad misfits with something to prove has morphed into an oddly welcoming congregation. Even I, an introvert who’d rather take a grizzly in single combat than make small talk, found myself making new friends. Notably, a chap named James, who pointed me in the direction of Marble internet, his new trap music endeavor.
If I can leave you with a nugget of wisdom from this jamboree, it’s this — get out and see a live performance. Treat yourself to a night where music isn’t just heard, but is felt. Especially if it’s Holy Fawn and Thrice, but it doesn’t have to be. Get into a crowd that’ll make you feel like you’re part of something bigger. Start an adventure that will stay with you long after the last notes have faded into the night. Trust me, you won’t regret it.
