Live Coverage || Impericon festival Amsterdam @ Melkweg (Amsterdam), 1/5/2016

Let me start by saying that Amsterdam is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, so even when we got lost while searching for the venue, we couldn't help but slow our pace to admire the surroundings (hence why we missed the beginning of Hellions' set). The band was quite energetic but the overall presence didn't seem to make a great impression (6).
Hundredth, on the other hand, cut straight to the chase. Their good stage presence combined with a thick sound -and some new songs- made people headbang and won the impressions (7). Waiting for their headline show on May 8th to see their full potential.
I was curious to see Impericon's latest sensation, Eskimo Callboy. The audience would most likely disagree, but if I'm being honest, I wouldn't mind if I remained oblivious to their existance (3).
This, however, was not the case for Chelsea Grin. Having ran into a sick Alex Koehler earlier, we were more eager to see them. And lemme tell you, this guy is born a frontman. The setlist covered most of their releases, instigating the first crowdsurf and wall of death of the evening. Something also noteworthy was that Jason Richardson's absence didn't affect the final result (7).
Up next was Bless The Fall and Beau Bokan came squirting. No, really. Being the first time I saw them, they definitely won me. Beau's range is exceptional and the new material really got the kids pumped up (8).
Despised Icon is not a band I'm a fan of, so despite the undeniable massive sound and decent stage presence, they didn't really phase me (7).
Bury Tomorrow didn't bother with an intro and walked on stage like they owned the place. I didn't expect them to be that popular in Euroland, so I was glad I was proven wrong. Their energy was highly contageous as more stagedives occured, despite the short set (8).
Seeing all the black paint, for a moment I thought that Motionless In White hijacked the stage. As soon as Northlane's first notes sounded, though, I was brought back to reality. The third time I saw these lads was a delight as always. The sound was slightly muffled at times but not enough to ruin the outcome (7). 
When it came to Frankie Palmeri, he did what he does best on and off stage: noise. Noticeably slimmer and with a constant smile, he proved that the war machine called Emmure is here to stay, with the new lineup, though lacking a guitar, being very tight (8).
Hatebreed has undeniably paved the way for modern hardcore. When the setlist starts with "Destroy Everything" there's no doubt that complete and utter chaos will ensue. A smiling Jamie Jasta made a rather succsessful deal with the crowd, "all hits, all pits", making them errupt from side to side. I could go on and on ranting about how this band is always a pure revelation but I'll save it for now. I will only conclude that I was left once more with some great memories (9).
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