I arrived at Crocks late.
I assumed the headliner would be working with a long set list that would have them playing into the wee morning hours. Instead they go all Cinderella and pack up at midnight.
While the experience may have been short, it was pretty awesome.
Sepultura once played in stadiums to literally 100,000 people. On this night they played to a couple hundred hard core fans in Thunder Bay.
I had made my way to the bar after bumping into old high school friends who all had ear-to-ear grins attached to their faces. Not the cute-and-cuddly type of grin, but the more sinister type that features a glint in the eye.
You could feel the energy this type of event generates as soon as you walked through the door.
If you haven't been to a loud metal show, allow me to explain – it’s mostly dudes. Young and old they come out of the wood work for these types of shows. They drink booze and shake off the rust and head into the mosh pit.
The music is loud but rhythmic. The crowd jumps in unison and a wave of people washes up around the stage. It is a rough sea but there's a sense of brotherly love as everyone pushes and shoves each other.
The band aggressively assaults the venue with their particular style of hard core blistering guitars. Each drum beat kicks you in the chest and the singer’s voice is a 'call to war' guttural yell. The band feeds off the energy of the crowd and the crowd in turn amps up the energy of venue.
A symbiotic synergy is grown and eventually boils over.
This Wednesday night was no exception. Sepultura, with their giant of a front man Derrick Green, whipped the crowd into a frenzy as he reached for the heavens and screamed like hell into the microphone.
The pit was churning. Fists pumped, heads banged and the sinister mischievous smiles of all in attendance were as bright as the flood lights that back lit the band in unison with the groove.
Damn! I wish I got there sooner.
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