Fit For An Autopsy

Watching and photographing Fit for an Autopsy was a visceral experience—like being caught in the blast radius of a sonic detonation. The vocalist’s brutal deathcore growls shattered the room, each guttural roar tearing through the venue with primal intensity. Their guitarist unleashed chuggy but melodic style riffs that rumbled like a freight train, igniting the pit into absolute chaos. The drummer’s precision was jaw-dropping—every blast beat and double-kick executed with surgical speed and clarity that demanded attention even through the lens. What set the performance apart, though, was the raw emotion pouring from the stage, connecting with the crowd in a deeply personal way that amidst the chaos. Fit for an Autopsy didn’t just play—they made everyone in the room feel every note, every scream, every ounce of fury.