TERROR X BORN X RAISED : CHAOS AND IN YOUR FACE HARDCORE
WORDS AND PHTOS BY RICHARD VELAZQUEZ
A sea of people in mass, bodies flying through the air, nonstop momentum, and up close, personal, in your face hardcore. As far as Wednesdays go, it is usually a dull day; people have work, school, and errands. But this Wednesday at SUPERCHIEF GALLERY was going to be different, far from the mundane. People lined up for the pop-up show stretched around the whole block, talking, laughing, sharing stories, and all with one common interest: to see TERROR. Walking through the entrance, I was very excited. I had never seen TERROR live, only through social media, but as an adamant listener, I was happy just to be there and see them play. I only knew what was about to come when that first strum of chords and vocals was about to rupture through SUPERCHIEFGALLERY.
Anticipation grew more and more as the clock wound down to 8 PM. Slowly, the minutes passed until start time. A rumble of unwavering thrill grew through the crowd. Another minute passed, and looking around, the venue was filled, the quenching thirst for chaos was something all fans were ready for. Now it was 8 PM. TERROR took the stage, setting up a little, then like a countdown before an explosion... 3... 2... 1... rupturing through SUPERCHIEF GALLERY.
This intoxicating, compelling wave of pure excitement, anger, and shock, words cannot fully describe the feeling, gripped every showgoer. For what felt like 15 minutes, TERROR was everything. The energy from the band and fans bounced off each other in a never-ending snowball of pure momentum. Fans fought to the stage through thick and thin, pushing forward with every ounce of energy, pushing, shoving, elbows flying. When they finally broke through to the front, fans leaped on stage, ran, and dove into the abyss of the crowd. From rafters, fans leaped, moshers threw fists high, and kicks were aimed at each other. A complete war zone, no, not even the right word to describe it.
A complete and utter chaos-riddled, havoc-scouring disruption of a show. This Wednesday night was not mundane; it was more than that, far from it. It was everything you could ever ask for from a band and its fans. This was hardcore, in your face, unapologetically, all gas, no brakes, and TERROR was the music fueling the chaos.
