Even in its heyday as a happening rock club back in the 80's, it's probably fair to say that Six Feet Under (otherwise known as Metros or the Basement) has never seen, or in fact might never see, a night quite like this one again. A few eyebrows were raised among scene aficionados when this date was announced as to how the combined might of Terror and Every Time I Die would suit the venue. Well basically they utterly destroyed it, as will become apparent.

Firstly though, keeping the rule of equilibrium, for how amazing Terror and ETID would prove to be, All Shall Perish prove to be the complete opposite. They may do what they do pretty well, but their technical deathcore by numbers could barely be less inspiring. Relentless Drop-B riffing and Cookie Monster vocals have amazing attention span-killing properties and their 30-minute set really couldn't have ended soon enough.

Despite that opening disappointment though, by the time Terror's soundcheck was nearing completion you could feel the sense of anticipation building. The pit was limbering up and the temperature was rising. Cue Scott Vogel, and simply light the blue touch paper. Fucking hell, watch this place blow. Within seconds the floor has turned into a swarming, slamming, windmilling mass. As Scott says "Our stage is your stage", so the stage diving commences and songs like 'Betrayer' and 'One With The Underdogs' see a constant whirl of bodies moving between the pit and stage.  Even a knackered guitar head mid-set doesn't slow them down. Constantly paying homage to everything that's brought them to where they are today, 'Always The Hard Way' gets dedicated to Scott's mother and all five members of Terror ensure the intensity level never dips below frightening. New album 'Keepers Of The Faith' gets a decent look in and shows that this band are right at the pinnacle of hardcore at this moment in time, and on the evidence of shows like this no one's gonna touch them anytime soon either.

You wonder how Every Time I Die manage to follow Terror every night, but the crowd actually changes noticeably between sets as the area in front of the stage fills up more. Whilst no less intense in their delivery, the crowd dynamic is less brute aggression and more being part of what ETID have to offer. Kicking off with 'No Son Of Mine', Keith Buckley quickly has numerous willing co-vocalists as the pleasing lack of stage security leads to another parade of stage divers and numerous new part-time band members. Very direct in their delivery and playing with real menace, even their more mainstream stuff from latest album 'New Junk Aesthetic' is positively visceral. They even manage to chuck in an absolutely hammering cover of Nirvana's 'Tourettes'. As the set progresses everything really starts to get unhinged as the band keep everything cranked to the max, so much so that when they finish a spot-on set with 'We'rewolf' you can barely see the band onstage amongst the 40-odd stage invaders. A truly astonishing end to two of the most jaw-dropping sets I've seen this year.