PAPA ROACH

Jaco by Sha ddix ca n’t ex­pel his en­ergy fas t enough

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The last time

Ham­mer wit­nessed the fury and chaos of HO99O9’ s [7] live show, it was in a dingy base­ment in East Lon­don where the duo’s vis­ceral im­pact was akin to be­ing shot in the brain at point-blank range. Tonight the stage is big­ger but the rap-punk duo ap­proach their set like they al­ways do: as a con­fronta­tion. De­lib­er­ately in­tim­i­dat­ing the au­di­ence, their set be­gins with the sound of skin-strip­ping screams be­fore vo­cal­ists TheOGM and Eaddy scream and rap them­selves hoarse over night­mar­ish dirges, steel toe-capped punk and ru­ined beats that sound like they’ve been put through a meat grinder. It ends with TheOGM crouched by the speaker rak­ing at his own face. What doesn’t work so well, though, is an ap­a­thetic re­ac­tion from the crowd. It means tonight’s set is miss­ing Ho99o9’s usual riot-in­cit­ing fire, but the pair seem to feed off the in­dif­fer­ent re­cep­tion. “You might be won­der­ing how we got this slot but it’s sim­ple,” drawls TheOGM. “Your favourite band likes us.”

Hav­ing sur­vived the death of nu metal, PAPA ROACH [8] have con­sis­tently sur­passed ex­pec­ta­tions, push­ing their mu­sic in new direc­tions and re­fus­ing to be pi­geon­holed as rap-metal also-rans. Lat­est al­bum Crooked Teeth has seen the band give their rap-heavy roots a mod­ern makeover and tonight the pay­off is ob­vi­ous; the band are greeted by one of the most en­thu­si­as­tic re­ac­tions you could imag­ine. Vo­cal­ist Ja­coby Shad­dix seems to have so much en­ergy his body can’t ex­pel it fast enough and only a cynic with a heart of stone could fail to be moved by his in­fec­tious pos­i­tiv­ity. The hit-filled setlist gives the fans what they want, whether that’s throw­ing out Get­ting Away With Mur­der and Be­tween An­gels And In­sects at the start of the set, or lead­ing a lighters-in-the-air bawl-along to Scars. It’s con­sis­tently fun, al­though the an­themia of tracks like Help and Med­i­ca­tion mask a gen­uine dark­ness that refers to Ja­coby’s well-pub­li­cised bat­tles with de­pres­sion and al­co­holism. The weight­i­est mo­ment of the night comes with an emo­tional trib­ute to Ch­ester Ben­ning­ton. Il­lu­mi­nated by just a spot­light, the front­man sways to the pi­ano outro of In The End be­fore wip­ing his eyes dry. “Rock’n’roll saved my moth­er­fuck­ing life,” he de­clares. “Tonight let’s cel­e­brate life.” It’s this can­did hon­esty that makes Ja­coby one of the realest, most loveable artists in our scene. Ear­lier this year he told Ham­mer that the band con­stantly felt like un­der­dogs with some­thing to prove. Judg­ing by the love in the room as he leaps into the ec­static crowd dur­ing the now-clas­sic Last Re­sort, Papa Roach have proved them­selves and then some.

Ev­ery­thing has gelled for Ja­coby

Shad­dix and Papa Roach

Ho99o9: post-apoc­a­lyp­tic

party-starters

Crooked Teeth

With Mur­der Get­ting Away

And Be­tween An­gels

In­sects And Rise

Ev­ery­thing

Face

Geron­imo

Born For Greatness

Not

She Loves Me

Scars

Periscope

Grav­ity

Song 2

Trau­matic

The End For­ever/In

Amer­i­can Dreams Life­line

Help

EN­CORE

Above None Of The

Dead Cell

Last Re­sort

…To Be Loved

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