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Relive Ghostfest: Saturday Part 1 – Terrorizer Magazine
Terrorizer did Ghostfest 2012 and here’s who blew our heads clean off.
Ingested opened the Impericon stage with a typically savage display. Either we were already hallucinating or their bassist got lost along the way, but the Manchester death mob didn’t let that put them off, tearing Leeds Uni a new one.
Victory Records’ Continents waded in with a set packed full of aggro, cliché and Anchorman samples. Their bass made half the room shit themselves instantaneously though, so we forgive them.
Despite looking like butter wouldn’t melt, Steak Number Eight created one hell of a racket. Combining sludgy riffage and furious punk energy, the Belgian upstarts delivered one of the sets of the day – to one of the smallest crowds. There’s no accounting for taste.
Heights have been embroiled in an ongoing online shit-slinging match since the firing of their original singer, but they didn’t seem to let it phase them today. The audience screamed every word, there was a wall of death, and new vocalist Alex Monty spent half his time in the front rows.
Following a blunt but effective set from Brotherhood Of The Lake (for the uninitiated they sound pissed off about something or other), Prowler blew us away in stunning fashion. With the Time Will Tell room packed to the rafters and the arm-swinging muscle brigade out in force you took your life into your hands watching them, but their blistering, ferocious hardcore (armed with a handful of secondhand Slayer riffs – no bad thing) was well worth it.