Friday morning, Party.San Metal Open Air. The so-called “Grindcore Breakfast.” I was, of course, late — not because of traffic, but due to the usual toxic cocktail of beer, weed, and bad decisions. By the time I staggered in, the photo pit was already closed. No front-row bloodbath shots for me.
PaRtY-CaNnOn — the pride of Dunfermline, Scotland — had already detonated. Tony Reddie screaming like a man possessed, Craig Robinson and Jack Welsh grinding their guitars into weapons of mass destruction, Chris Ryan pounding the bass like he’s trying to crack the earth’s crust, and Martin Gazur behind the kit, executing some kind of high-speed artillery strike.
The crowd? Pure chaos. People dressed like they’d lost a bet with a toy store — inflatable animals, ridiculous costumes, and god knows what else. Running in circles, crashing into each other like human pinballs. It wasn’t a show. It was a cartoon riot with a deathgrind soundtrack.
So much power. So much wow. If you get the chance to see PaRtY-CaNnOn, don’t think. Just go. And bring something inflatable.
