The Devil Wears Prada (who incidentally enough do not wear Prada) brought the Rise Up tour to New York’s famed Webster Hall on Wednesday night, dragging Memphis May Fire, Silverstein and Like Moths to Flames with them to assault fans with their collective metalcore stylings. I missed Like Moths to Flames, but I will say that without knowing anything at all about Silverstein and Memphis May Fire, of those two, Silverstein absolutely killed it and earned my interest. MMF were solid, but I wasn’t there for them. This night was all about The Devil Wears Prada (still not wearing Prada) and the ridiculous show they put on.
My disdain for the disaster that is Webster Hall aside, The Devil Wears Prada treated those of us in attendance to a performance to remember. Now, I am by no means a metalcore fan. The screaming has never done it for me, but I make exceptions for certain bands. All That Remains is one, The Devils Wears Prada is another. TDWP kicked it off with the same 3 they’ve been playing for the entire tour – Praise Poison, Assistant to the Regional Manager and Outnumbered. By the time the third song was done and I was making my way out of the photo pit, the crowd was already in full mosh, so you knew it was going to be an intense night. No surprise for a metalcore show, but I would severely underestimate the crowd on this night.
TDWP’s setlist was virtually identical to what it’s been for the entire tour – 4 from Transit Blues, 3 each from the Zombie and Space EP’s, 2 each from Dead Throne and With Roots Above and Branches Below, along with a couple miscellaneous tracks in the mix. Those tracks included the obvious – Anatomy, Escape, Born to Lose, Flyover States, Daughter, Supernova, Danger: Wildman etc. Most of the setlist was exactly what you’d expect to hear at a The Devil Wears Prada show with little surprise.
I did mention, however, that I severely underestimated the crowd. It’s not often I’m driven from a venue early – I’ve done the no photo pit thing a few times, but not at shows this intense. About 3/4 of the way through the show, the mosh pit had found its way all the way to the back of the venue, and I had nowhere to go but the exit once the beer started flying and one too many moshers was violently shoved into me. I’ve been too old for the standing room/mosh pit thing for a few years now; I generally buy seats if the venue has them, and I don’t like being in the middle of a mosh pit. I usually head for the back of the venue right after the 3rd song so I can safely watch the rest of the show, but that was not to be on this night. Once the crowd defied logic and expectations and became one of the most intense crowds I’ve ever seen – 4 or 5 surfers were dropped on me while I was in the photo pit – it was time to protect both my already too-old-for-this body and my expensive gear, so I called it a night and got out while my camera was still in one piece.
Highly unfortunate, because The Devil Wears Prada was destroying worlds on a Wednesday night at Webster Hall and it beat the hell out of watching the Presidential Debate, but staying for the entire show was not meant to be. Such is the downside to being a photographer at a metalcore show, sometimes you miss the end of it and live to shoot another day. That said, the 10-12 songs I did get to witness were nothing short of spectacular. As I mentioned, I make exceptions for certain bands in genres I don’t particularly like, and The Devil Wears Prada has shown time and again why I make an exception for them.
A lot of old school hard rock/heavy metal fans (like myself) think the screaming metalcore bands lack talent, and I used to think the same way until I first heard The Devil Wears Prada. That was when all doubt was removed and the notion that metalcore was a fad reserved for the heavily tattooed and heavily pierced became an afterthought. The Devil Wears Prada, even with the lineup changes and uncertainty that surrounded the band leading up to the release of Transit Blues, are a force to be reckoned with in the metalcore business, and should continue to be for as long as metalcore is a thing.
Photo gallery below, sans lighting.