Many of the things that make this festival so special just become more and more surprising with each year passing. Everything everyone expected, the exhibitions, the listening sessions, the amplitalks, the records, the cold beers against the humid breeze of a summer day Porto, everything compiling sort of a collection of sensations, all in the name of the experience. A weekend that envisioned an almost medicinal therapy infusing an intrinsic distribution of colour, texture, sound and build, very much similar to that of the city’s architectural pattern. A lot of rough edges, an obvious plunge into the old and vintage with tremendous notice of the new and modern. The same can be said about the musical acts, some louder than others but the bigger picture doesn’t show variations or oscillation, which comes to show how well built and designed all of this was.
A festival that shows much more potential than just “a festival”, is bound to give us endless options into our daily plan, ranging from heavy music to post-rock, to noise/electronic and even some easy listening. With all this said, so many good things can be mentioned about what happened inside the Hard Club. We expected great performances from numerous artists, and fact is: we received much more than just that.
A disposition that embraces power from an entity that is so far beyond what we can grasp.
Amplificasom is very much used to dealing with stressful situations and loud attendance, which is a prevailing talent very much useful for an event this size and involvement with the attending ticket-buyers. A brief waiting period right before Minsk gave everyone a bleeding sensation for expectancy, right before the Sala 1 door opened and everyone rushed right in, and inside the Relapse prog. Veterans were holding preparations to immediately start playing. A fluidity that bled organic distinction from other groups, a natural way of being, explosive landscapes and polarizing melodies, with a lot of glimpses off of their latest release from 2015, The Crash & The Draw. Altarage up next in Sala 2 delivering what must’ve been the most chaotically beautiful set in the event. Blistering blast beats with pummelling bass lines, unmerciful guitars and screeching vocals, embracing a dark perspective into the primitive spiritual genetics of Death Metal. 45 minutes of abrasive urgency.