THURSDAY
The scourge of Easter weekend, Inferno has become just as much of a tradition: always the natural home for the extreme metal grandees, but making that the axle on which an ever-vibrant underground still turns. So it’s apt that Oslo’s own kick off the main Rockefeller venue. Keyed into the wild energy of early blackened thrash, their commanding, apocalyptic fervour feels less like a throwback than a worthy resonance of our unstable age. Downstairs at the John Dee, still manage to infuse a 25-year history with pincer-sharp, pummelling dynamics that keep pace with their modern death metal peers. Navajo youngsters hit the warpath with a
