The walls of the Metro Theatre have seen things. Sweaty, heaving, bodies pressed against the barricade, sound waves shaking the rafters.
Tonight ERRA are here as part of their first-ever Australian headline tour, a long-overdue coronation for the metalcore visionaries who have, with six albums in, mastered the art of light and shade, brutality and beauty. Their latest record, CURE, is a fever dream of melody and aggression, and tonight, they bring it to Sydney with the force of a tidal wave.
The lineup is a gauntlet of intensity. Sydney’s own Inertia kick off the night, threading pop sensibility through weighty breakdowns, a sweet-tooth contrast to the carnage to come.
France’s Resolve take the stage next, ushered in by the haunting strains of Edith Piaf’s Non, je ne regrette rien. It’s almost poetic—Resolve have nothing to regret. Frontman Anthony Diliberto is all magnetism, his voice slicing through the venue while the band locks in with the precision of a surgical strike.
Then, Silent Planet. Garrett Russell is the kind of frontman who moves like he’s got something to prove. He launches into the air, a leap so Olympian that you’d swear he was angling for a Team USA tryout. Their set is urgent, fevered, a sermon wrapped in distortion and sweat.
But this is ERRA’s night.
The stage lights flicker, then explode in seizure-inducing bursts, the opening notes hitting like a cardiac jolt. There’s no easing in—it’s full-throttle from the first note, the kind of sound that rattles your ribcage, makes your lungs feel like they’re trying to escape. J.T. Cavey and Jesse Cash move like predators, pacing the stage, baiting the crowd to push harder, scream louder. The audience obliges. Bodies crash into each other, arms raised in communion, the pit a living, breathing thing.
The tour moves to Brisbane next. Go HERE for tickets.
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