The Enmore Theatre feels more like a pressure cooker tonight. Before Dillinger Escape Plan even set foot on stage, Ho99o9 have already turned the room upside down. Yeti Bones stalks the edge of the crowd, half preacher, half provocateur, while theOGM spits verses with the precision of a hardcore frontman and the menace of a horror villain. Their set ricochets between punk abrasion and industrial noise, the kind of collision that makes the floorboards tremble. It’s not a warm-up; it’s a threat.
When Dillinger Escape Plan emerge, the air in the room seems to tilt. Tonight they play with original vocalist Dimitri Minakakis, as guitarist Ben Weinman launches himself across the stage like he’s got no regard for bones or gravity. There’s no easing in, no measured pacing. It’s Calculating Infinity one minute, the angular grooves of Sandbox next, all delivered like every riff could break bone. The lighting strobes with no mercy, and the moshpit answers back with a kind of unhinged devotion that only this band inspires.
The mythology that put them at the top of Revolver’s “Greatest Live Band of All Time” survey isn’t nostalgia—it’s unfolding in real time. Every song feels like a ritual, every leap into the crowd another line between music and violence erased. Bodies are everywhere—on stage, on shoulders, over the barrier. Dillinger play like a band that never said goodbye, like chaos is still their only language. The Enmore doesn’t contain the show; it survives it.
The tour moves to Brisbane next-tickets HERE.
Images Deb Pelser
