BYRON BAY METALCORE CREW CELEBRATE 10 YEARS OF HORIZONS IN FEROCIOUSLY SWEATY STYLE
STANDING IN a small office backstage, with the final notes of set closer Bottom Feeder still hanging in the air, Parkway Drive frontman Winston Mccall is trying to come to grips with the fact that Horizons, the band’s second album, is a decade old. “we thought this band was going to last five years,” he marvels, steam rising off his sweaty, shirtless torso. “it’s fucking mental.”
Though capable of selling out venues five times the size of this 1,500-capacity theatre, the idea of the A Decade Of Horizons Australian tour is to perform the album in the kind of rooms the quintet were playing when it was released.
Odds are that Sydney support act Polaris were too young to attend any of those shows, but it’s clear they’ve learned a thing or two from the Parkway playbook, while also nodding in the direction of Meshuggah and The Amity Affliction. a vicious circle pit during Casualty suggests they’re on the right path.
You know the crowd is up for it when the music being piped through the PA during the set changeover – in this case System Of A Down’s Chop Suey! – causes a wild pit to explode. Not surprisingly, when Parkway appear and launch into the opening salvo of Begin and The Siren’s Song, the floor resembles an ants’ nest that’s been disturbed by a swarm of giant riffs.the stage production has the band performing in front of a semi-circle of five giant, vertical screens onto which images are projected, engulfing the band in a hellish red light during Dead Man’s Chest, and making for a seamlessly immersive onstage spectacle.
While some Horizons songs such as Carrion (tonight, as always, a giant sing-along) have been mainstays of Parkway’s setlist over the past decade, it’s the ones that have been absent for years like Five Months, Breaking Point (“A bastard to re-learn,” laughs Winston) and Frostbite (“We only played this once live and fucked it up really badly!”) that truly make this evening a special occasion. a scattering of non-horizons songs, like Vice Grip and Crushed from 2015’s Ire album, demonstrate nicely how the band’s songwriting has progressed, but there is something about the violent, frenzied precision of Horizons’ Feed Them To The Pigs that is truly visceral.
Many of these songs may once again be consigned to the reserve bench come the end of this tour. But the carnage they elicit tonight suggests they’ll never truly die.
The old ‘spiky drum stool’ prank strikes again Winston: shorter than you think