Garnette introduced Beyond the Permafrost before the band torqued into Gorge Upon My Soul, with a dynamic shift down from the double bass drum that sounded positively rock’n’roll, with Adam Clemans soldiering on vocals in place of Chance Garnette, booted from the band for excessive drinking in 2015.
You could tell Skeletonwitch were festival vets when guitarist Nate Garnette yelled “Heavy MTL!”, the former name. Between them and Skeletonwitch on the Blabbermouth (formerly Trees) stage, there wouldn’t be anything more silvery and extreme on Heavy Day 1. The twin swords of guitarists Bill Steer and Ben Ash slashed with precision, particularly Steer, whose leads had a vicious tone that seemed to crawl along the inside of your skull. No escape from that beloved four-piece band from Liverpool: Carcass. Having announced they will retire after their tour, this was a cage match, and the Jersey mathcore band was heavier than I remember from previous fests, with the speed-up in Milk Lizard (I think) a fitting intro to Day 1. Iacono split the crowd into two walls of death for Crippled and Broken because “otherwise, you’re gonna break your f***in’ necks.” And they likely would have. But did you come to Heavy Montréal to escape? Hell no! You came to hear Maurizio Iacono of Montreal death band Kataklysm drop the “tabarnaques” and “icittes” between their Northern Hyperblasts. With one set ending just before the next begins, there was no escape. Of the site: Heavy Montréal 2016 moved to the smaller subsidiary Plaine des Jeux, where the main stages, Molson Canadian and Heavy, face one another. âSaloooo Mow-ray-all!â shrieked Sebastian Bach before proudly raising a sign made by a fan: âF*** The Swayze Express.â Photo by Dario Ayala / Montreal Gazette The beery bonhomie and hell-ya attitude were welcome, because the voice was ragged and what we have been TV-trained to call, er, “pitchy.” Every yowl was like a North Korean missile - fired with genuine force and sincerity, but who the hell knew where each soaring sally was going. Having good-naturedly saluted/dismissed his turn on the show, Bach continued to fearlessly and winningly butcher the French language. The production values certainly went up with the Finnish symphonic outfit.
How heavy? So heavy that the ensuing band, quasi-headliner Nightwish, seemed a little… ridiculous, through no real fault of their own. Mastodon’s Troy Sanders had a look in his eye that could have been menace, but was instead just⦠commitment. Like a Sherman tank with a rocket engine, this is quite possibly the world’s most badass band. Everyone but Kelliher took turns at lead vocals, which is saying something, because Brann Dailor was laying down lunacy on the drums. And energy? Sanders didn’t clap his hands, he punched them. Its heart - The Motherload, High Road and Ember City - had an otherworldy intensity and uniformity of purpose. He literally bent over backwards mid-bassline at one point, the embodiment of the growling ferocity and southern-fried braininess of their set. Sanders had a look in his eye that could have been menace, but was instead just… commitment. Together, they played ruthlessly heavy, complex arpeggios while singer-bassist Troy Sanders, in a 1983 Men At Work tour t-shirt, intimidated the planet. They looked like they belonged on different continents, let alone in different bands. On the other side of the stage, Bill Kelliher and his shaved-back-and-sides looked like he could have been tending the coolest bar in Williamsburg. Not sure if he was a hero or villain, but I would have trusted him with my life either way. Photo by Dario Ayala / Montreal Gazetteīrent Hinds, on Lucite Flying V and bottom-of-volcano vocals, looked and sounded like a character out of Lord of the Rings with his crazed forehead tattoo. Brent Hinds of Mastodon looked and sounded like a character out of Lord of the Rings with his crazed forehead tattoo. Not on a day owned by Atlanta alt-prog stoner metal behemoths Mastodon, who delivered a set for the ages. But this was Heavy Montréal, and frankly, for a band celebrated for its sales, radio/video profile and hooks, FFDP simply didn’t have the depth for this ringside judge which is to say, on a day that witnessed the sets listed below, they didn’t have the riffs. Article contentĪnd in any other bout, that might have been the TKO. This advertisement has not loaded yet, but your article continues below.
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