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Atreyu+ Memphis May Fire + Future Static @ Northcote Theatre 12-07-25

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There’s something about Northcote Theatre when it’s full to the brim that feels like it could tip into chaos at any second. Three bands, three different flavours of heavy, one goal: make sure no one leaves with a dry shirt or clear voice.

Future Static opened the night like a warning shot. Melbourne’s own came out swinging — dark, emotional, locked in. Amariah Cook was a presence you couldn’t ignore, pulling clean vocals and guttural screams out of nowhere like it was muscle memory. Their set, largely built from Liminality, hit that rare middle ground between polished and feral. Local opener? Barely. This band has already outgrown that title.

Memphis May Fire hit next, and the shift in the room was immediate. A decade off Aussie stages didn’t soften them one bit. Matty Mullins had that kind of preacher energy — part frontman, part emotional exorcist. Tracks off Shapeshifter landed with weight, but it was the older stuff that sparked the biggest crowd reactions. Arms raised. Phones out. Everyone screaming like it meant something. For a lot of people in that room, it clearly still does.

Then came Atreyu.

They didn’t waste time. No intro track, no theatrics. Just straight into Bleeding Mascara, and the floor blew open. Suddenly it was 2004 again. Hair flying, pit open, full chaos.

The show was built around The Curse — 20 years old and still lethal. They didn’t just play the songs, they lived in them. Right Side of the Bed, The Crimson, Corseting, Five Vicodin With Clarity — all delivered with zero irony, just energy and a band who still gives a shit. Brandon Saller isn’t just a drummer-turned-vocalist — he’s a goddamn ringleader. By the third track he was already in the crowd.

It was messy in the best way. No backing tracks. No slick pretense. Just five guys playing hard and having more fun than they probably should on a Saturday night in Melbourne.