Cannibal Corpse Brings Their Brutal Tour To Raleigh, NC
The Ritz in Raleigh, NC was packed nearly to capacity, buzzing with anticipation. Metalheads from across the region filled the venue for a night of pure chaos featuring Municipal Waste, Fulci, Full of Hell, and the legendary Cannibal Corpse. Denim vests and black band shirts filled the pit as the lights dimmed and the amps roared to life, as a night of metal was underway.
Fulci
The lights went red as Fulci unleashed their brutal, horror-inspired death metal. The crowd erupted, moving in chaotic rhythm to crushing riffs and guttural vocals that echoed like something undead. Cinematic samples screamed and scenes of gore flickered behind the band. It wasn’t just an opening set; it was a violent, immersive spectacle that left the audience breathless and drenched in adrenaline.
Full of Hell
Continuing the brutal pace of the night was Full of Hell. When the band took the stage, chaos erupted instantly. A wall of noise and blast beats hit like a physical force, shaking the room and leaving no space for silence. The band’s blend of grindcore, noise, and hardcore was relentless. Each song bleeding into the next with violent precision. The vocalist screamed with feral intensity, pacing the stage like a storm about to break, while the crowd matched the energy in a frenzy of movement. Full of Hell turned the venue into a blur of aggression and catharsis, an unrelenting assault that felt more like an exorcism than a performance.
Municipal Waste
Pure thrash-fueled mayhem erupted the moment Municipal Waste hit the stage. The crowd instantly jumped into a whirlwind of circle pits and stage divers, feeding off the band’s high-octane energy. Riffs ripped like chainsaws, drums pounded at breakneck speed, and Tony Foresta’s shouted vocals rallied the chaos with punk-fueled humor. The lights strobed as fans chanted along, grinning through the madness. Every song was a reckless party anthem, and by the end, the room felt like a tornado of sweat, laughter, and destruction with Municipal Waste proving once again that thrash isn’t just music, it’s a lifestyle.
Cannibal Corpse
When Cannibal Corpse stormed the stage, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The venue became dark, heavy, and charged with menace. The opening riff hit like a blunt weapon, and the pit exploded into a violent surge of bodies, each one caught in the rhythm of pure, unfiltered brutality. Red lights drenched the band in a hellish glow as George “Corpsegrinder” Fisher’s monstrous growls ripped through the packed-out crowd. His signature headbanging was a blur of motion. Every note was surgical yet savage, with guitars slicing through the mix and drums pounding like artillery. Between songs, Fisher commanded the crowd with a mix of humor and hostility, daring them to move harder, louder, faster. The audience obeyed, feeding on the energy like a pack of beasts. By the final breakdown, the room felt like a ritual site with sweat, chaos, and catharsis colliding in perfect sync. Cannibal Corpse didn’t just perform; they unleashed a storm of death metal mastery that left no soul untouched.
