Oblivion all the time. That’s the only way to describe an Every Time I Die show in one sentence. But all of that energy and chaos can’t be contained within a few words. When you step into Every Time I Die’s domain, you are suddenly unleashed from the world around you into a dimension that has no bounds. We’d ask what we just witnessed, but it’s Every Time I Die. One moment you are speechless, marveling at all the insanity around you, the next you are with your friends unable to shut up about how awesome their show was Friday night. Things got pretty dirty as Every Time I Die walked out on stage and that iconic line, “I want to be dead with my friends” punched out into the atmosphere around us. Before you new it, everyone in that room wanted to be dead with their friends, screaming at the top of their lungs at the violent gentlemen in front of them. Instantaneously, the venue went up in a frenzy, like sharks smelling blood in the water. This night would never slow down. It was just ramping up speed, and it was about to spin out of control in the best way possible as Every Time I Die led us into sweet oblivion with their 500 mph pedal to the metal performance. Hot damn, that was awesome.
Steve Micciche flipped his hair back and forth while Jordan Buckley kicked around in his cut off jorts. JB whipped his face from side to side with his mouth flapping in the wind. At one point they crossed paths, and exchanged cheeky grins. Keith howled over the wall of people in front of him, who were clawing and pushing their way towards him like feral animals. He pointed the mic out towards them, but everyone was already singing along; A collective of ETIDiots raising their voices together as one. He did his best to help crowdsurfers off the raging sea in front of him all the while screaming his heart out. One dude ended up with his face in Keith’s armpit, allowing me to capture a photo that, in my opinion, is the epitome of an ETID show. The big man himself shredded the guitar while standing firm amongst the stage, bringing life to those riffs that we’ve all come to adore. Daniel Davison may have looked all dapper in the back sitting behind his drum set, but he hit the drums with the fury of a madman. Every Time I Die are the living, breathing embodiment of their music. They aren’t afraid to get down and dirty, they have a hint of southern charm, and they sure as hell don’t hold anything back.
The stage suddenly went pitch black, so quickly that I thought the insane power of Every Time I Die caused a surge. Soon after, you found yourself stunned not only by the dizzying power of “Thirst,” (If my memory is as good as I hope it is) but also the flood of burst lights that accompanied its vigorous beat. In the brief moments of bright light, I saw Andy shredding those wicked riffs on the guitar. Darkness consumed the area around me once again, and brief glitches of him started to come back into the picture as the light beamed back out onto the stage. The next thing I saw was Andy lifting his leg up in the air and stomping his foot down right in front of me. In that moment, I got a small taste of what it’d feel like to be his opponent in the ring. As Keith sang the last words, “Every hostile deed is your death, It’s not mine,” we were all left feeling hypnotized by their mind-numbing performance. Even Keith was a little bamboozled as he called out, “Can we get some house lights in here? We are going to give someone a seizure!” That was the least of his worries as anarchy consumed the Marquis Theatre.
Though a healthy dose of their earlier discography made the set like “Emergency Broadcast Syndrome”, “Romeo a Go-Go”, “The New Black”, and “No Son Of Mine”, they had a major representation of Low Teens in the set list. It isn’t called the Low Teens tour for nothing. Songs like “I Didn’t Want to Join Your Stupid Cult Anyway”, “The Coin Has A Say”, “Petal” and “Map Change” ripped through you. “Petal”, in particular, is a song that elicits the survival response within you as you feel every single word that Keith emotes towards you. When you hear the words, “Untimely ripped into this world, I was born again as a girl,” on record you can hear the fear and uncertainty trembling off his vocal chords as he howled like an animal in the darkness. In the live setting, you see him drop down and expel all of that through his performance and words. Low Teens is an A++ record that makes an Every Time I Die show that much more insane to be a part of, giving us something that we will always remember. As the night came to an end, we headed back out into the low teens, revived and all warm and fuzzy inside, still in awe of what we were just a part of. A bunch of goddam kids who want oblivion all the time preparing to head out again to their Fort Collins date to celebrate their last night in town. We may be decayin’, but we are having the time of our life while doing it, and that is the true beauty of what Every Time I Die gave us Friday night. Check out the insanity that ensued at their sold out show in Denver below.
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