Fit For An Autopsy raise the deathcore bar
JAKE OWENS
New Jersey futurists lead the line on a night of ’core values
IF YOU GET aroused whenever you hear the suffix ‘core’, then please consult a doctor because tonight will give you a serious fourhour-plus case of the vapours. Metalcore, djentcore, deathcore and whatever-the-fuckthe-headliner-are-core are about to bombard Islington on an evening-long blitzkrieg of ‘Bleghs!’ and breakdowns.
The first shots are fired by GREAT AMERICAN GHOST. The Boston bruisers suffer a frustrating classic case of openingband-itis as the mix screws them over. Ethan Harrison’s vocals dominate the soundscape at the expense of the guitars. Still, when both his growls and melodic wails sound this masterful, it’s easy to get ensnared. London’s clearly into it from the off, kick-starting a pit that won’t stop until the final note.