Elijah

Catching Elijah live was like witnessing a thunderstorm explode in human form—raw, unrelenting, and impossible to ignore. His insane vocal range tore through the venue like a chainsaw through silence, shifting from guttural growls to piercing highs without missing a beat. The rest of the band matched his energy with pure chaos: guitars spinning mid-air, bodies flying across the stage, and sweat flying like shrapnel. Every frame I captured felt like a freeze-frame of mayhem—pure, unfiltered adrenaline. It wasn’t just a show, it was a full-scale sonic assault, and I was lucky enough to shoot it from the front lines.