After the burial

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Catching After the Burial at the Fillmore in Philadelphia was a full-on sonic assault—tight, technical, and absolutely unrelenting. From the moment they hit the stage, the band unleashed a barrage of complex, groove-heavy riffs that had the entire crowd pulling stank faces like they’d just heard the filthiest breakdowns on Earth. Every note seemed precision-engineered to scratch that deep, primal itch that only the heaviest metal can reach. As a photographer, it was a dream—strobe lights slicing through smoke, bodies flying in the pit, and the band locked in like a machine possessed. The energy was volcanic, with each track hitting harder than the last, keeping the floor shaking and fists in the air. Simply put, After the Burial didn’t just play Philly—they detonated it.