Rugby’s fast-rising ruffians helm a three-pronged brutal assault
contender for the loudest tour of the year that takes over The Dome for the final show of this run. For the few who get down early, decimate eardrums without mercy as a screech of feedback and crushing hardcore-flecked doom erupts from the stage. They contrast it with atmospheric passages that ebb and flow, but there’s the ever-looming threat of sonic annihilation, and it’s frankly criminal there’s soare all monolithic sludge that rumbles and seethes, cascading forth at a level a mere two people simply shouldn’t be capable of. Beckoning the growing crowd closer, they launch into a pummelling assault on the eardrums. Drummer/vocalist Tyler Hodges batters both his kit and his vocal cords – amagnetic force at once a whirlwind of limbs and barrel-chested bellows.
