DESPISED ICON, THE RED SHORE, THY ART IS MURDER – SYDNEY, THE FACTORY

By on 1 December 2010

DESPISED ICON, THE RED SHORE, THY ART IS MURDER

THE FACTORY, SYDNEY

 

To say Thy Art Is Murder are proud of where they’re from is an understatement – they have their post code  plastered across the front of every band member. This area code is for Blacktown, a place where most people leave given the chance, but not TAIM, it’s where they are from, it’s what makes them strong, and it’s what influenced them to create a stack load of nasty, heavy, new-school death metal with which they bludgeon the audience with tonight. Even though things don’t seem that harmonious on stage, with contiued calls from the band to have their monitors adjusted, the Blacktown bruisers deliver a full-on set of extreme metal goodness.

The Red Shore are also on form tonight, a little less ‘core than THIM and a bit more traditional death. Unlike recent album ‘The Avarice Of Man’,  TRS are brutishly powerful live, and with all the clean studio gloss gone, the animalistic nature of the songs comes through. This is what makes TRS come alive on stage, and tonight the Factory is caught in the eye of TRS’s storm.

But this evening is still all about Canadian deathcore heavyweights Despised Icon. This is the last leg of their farewell tour outside of their homeland, and they are leaving with a slew of head-battering tracks lifted from across their ten-year career. The pace is unrelenting as the group shred and beatdown as if there is no tomorrow, and frontmen Alex Erian and Steve Marois are enjoying every guttural bellow and pig squeal. This is how deathcore should be done, with equal nods to both the death and hardcore camps, equal billing to shreds, blastbeats and beatdowns, and of course,  the ability to actually write songs rather than string a series of ‘brutal’ riffs together. They will be missed, but not forgotten, they were a band that shaped a genre and, hopefully, their legacy will be carried forward. Goodbye Despised Icon, and thank you.

 

 

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