Written by Alison Aird
Monday, November 2nd, 2009

This opening date of the Imperial Never Say Die tour got off to a pretty rocky start. Twenty minutes before doors opened, merch boxes littered the entire venue and one furious venue owner in a leather cowboy hat seemed about ready to have an aneurysm. Moods were sour, merch guys were stressed, but the fans outside were definitely ready to take part in one of the loudest tours around.
And those fans were in for the long haul. With doors opening at 5pm, the show got off to an optimistically energetic start with The Ghost Inside and Oceano providing a standard warm up to the night’s events.
Iwrestledabearonce provided a solid fanbase with great entertainment, while leaving the rest of the crowd perplexed by their mix of hardcore and atonal random jazz. As Blood Runs Black came into to save those souls wondering exactly what they were just listening to by giving a great set of tunes anyone could enjoy and got the crowd whipped up into a energetic frenzy, all before 8pm.
Next came HORSEtheband, a band I have personally heard great things about live. In hindsight I fear this recommendation may have come from someone as drunk as vocalist Nathan Winneke is tonight. Their set is apparently troubled with technical difficulties and Winneke introduces the band as “having no fucking clue where we are” before going onto improvise most of the set. HORSEtheband seem to pull a large crowd, but like a car crash pulls in a large crowd, most of the audience is motionless. It’s not that the set is bad, it’s that Winneke comes across as a drunk fool and the mutters around the venue of “what a prick” afterwards leave me hoping that HORSEtheband have better luck next time.
Despised Icon is next up, and after the most ridiculously immense drum set is constructed in a hugely long set change, they finally take the stage, pump up the volume to 11 and kick the audience into gear again. The best way to describe Despised Icon is what I call “dude music”, that is most of the guys into it are slightly aggro, built like brick walls and LOVE it. Other audience members could be entertained simply by watching the diehards react to every one of vocalists’ Alexandre Erian and Steve Marois commands, or could become mesmerised by Alexandre Pelletier’s almost out of this world drumming. These guys save the show, and if you have the chance, definitely check them out live.
Finally, almost 5 hours after doors opened, home-towners Architects open with Early Grave and a wave of appreciation from the audience. Architects performance is so tight that you can’t help but be impressed, and following a vicious American tour in a van earlier this month, the quality of this performance is all the more impressive. Unfortunately for the headliners, some of the audience departs mid set, some simply stand there, arms folded in that “oh, I’m too cool” way, but none of that matters as those who are really into watching the band (including vocalist Sam Carter’s parents) are captivated and screaming along. Mama Carter deserves a shout out for singing along so faithfully and word perfectly throughout and the pride she exudes at the band’s success is blatant.
Overall this tour is a long one, filled with ups and downs, its heroes and its clowns, and I would recommend showing up with a full stomach as it will probably drain a lot out of those who go to see it. That said, it’s worth the price, and you’re guaranteed some great performances.


