Fans sporting tattoos, beanies, backwards hats and dark clothing crowded into the Pageant ready for a sold-out Deftones show. Never have I seen (in recent memory) so many sleeved-up men and women. It made my own tattoos (also on display) seem oddly normal, their counter-culture aspect weirdly nullified by the inky surroundings.
With open guitar notes like the click-clack of a southbound freighter, the Midnight Ghost Train erupts into each of its Delta blues-metal epics with a relentless single-mindedness: hard, fast and loud.
Single file, in darkness, Meshuggah, the titans of metal and originators of djent, seized the stage; en masse, in black, the crowd was baptized.