ICE NINE KILLS

Hi Immortals, welcome to Jack's concert review!

There are nights that don't announce themselves.
You are suddenly standing there.
Heavy. Loud. Restless.

The evening at the Palladium in Cologne was just such a night.

Even outside the hall, there was something in the air that could not be grasped. Conversations were louder, laughter sounded more nervous, eyes kept wandering towards the entrance as if something was about to break through. Black shirts, horror motifs, leather, studs, fake blood. Nobody seemed to be here by chance. Everyone knew: today is not about songs. Today is about something else.

As the doors closed and the light slowly dimmed, it felt as if time was shifting down a gear. No turning back. No dodging. Only forwards.

The Devil Wears Prada - When restraint breaks down

Without interruption, without a visible cut, the atmosphere changed. The Devil Wears Prada took over, and suddenly everything became more physical. The sound was heavier, more direct, like a punch in the gut.

Now the hall was moving. It was really moving.
Moshpits opened up, closed again, only to break open again elsewhere. Fists went up, mouths opened, sweat dripped. Every punch hit home. Every breakdown further ripped open what Creeper had prepared.

This was not about control. This was about pressure.
And the audience accepted it gratefully.

You could feel something building up. Like a storm that could no longer be stopped. Everything was coming to a head. Everyone knew what had to happen now.

Songs that burn themselves into the memory

Funeral Derangements came like a blow with full force. No mercy. No preparation. The song hit, tore along, left no room for evasion.

During Hip to Be Scared, the mood turned into this typically sick mix of horror and black humor. Patrick Bateman grinned from the stage while the hall went wild. Laughing, screaming, singing along - all at the same time.

The Shower Scene cut deep. The tension was so thick in the air that you could almost hear it. Light, sound and performance intertwined like a nightmare from which you don't want to wake up.

The evening reached a climax with Welcome to Horrorwood. Big, powerful, overwhelming. The audience was completely caught up in this world that Ice Nine Kills had created.

A Work of Art provided a brief moment to take a deep breath. Not as a break, but as a calm before the next storm.

And then The Laugh Track.
Everything broke.

The hall sang, roared, shook. The chorus became a battle cry. Horror and humor merged into pure madness. A moment that sticks in your mind and stays with you.

Our conclusion - A night that lasts

This evening at the Palladium in Cologne was not a concert.
He was a story.
A ritual.
A controlled crash.

Ice Nine Kills have shown that they don't just perform, they tear worlds apart and pull you into them. Together with Creeper and The Devil Wears Prada, they created a night that felt like one long, dark frenzy.

Loud. Brutal. Unforgettable.

A night that ends when the light goes on -
but continues to run in your head.

For those about to rock - Jack salutes you.

Photo credit: @salmabustos