He was quite an accomplished screamer. The music seemed like the typical chugging metalcore, but it never got boring because of the numerous tempo changes.
Their set consisted of selections from each release (plus Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire,” which was dedicated “to the ladies… let it burn, motherfucker!”).
Signature bass drum rack booming, bass pumping, and John’s deep voice coming through strong and bold. He was as charismatic as ever, drawing all eyes to him.
The chosen sounds transposed from washy, pretty feel to a more unnerving discordant sensation, and served to keep the appreciative audience transfixed.