THE BELASCO SHUDDERS AS SUPERHEAVEN UNLEASHES THEIR DARK AURA
Los Angeles never lacks for loud nights, but May came in like a wrecking ball as Superheaven roared into The Belasco, unleashing a wall of sound that felt equal parts nostalgic and unrelenting. A night that bled grit, mood, and muscle—this was not your typical kickoff.
Spy opened the evening with a no-holds-barred set that turned the floor into a war zone. The crowd responded in kind—fists in the air, circle pits igniting, sweat flying. Their brand of hardcore is the kind that doesn’t ask for your attention—it rips it away. No banter. No breaks. Just pure fury. Spy lit the fuse.
Then came Glare, the night’s atmospheric swerve. Where Spy punched, Glare pulled. Their set swam in slow-burning mood and haze, pulling the room into a trance with shimmering tones and aching vocals. It was the calm after the chaos—or maybe the calm before something worse.
Enter Superheaven, masters of balancing brooding introspection and blunt-force guitar power. As they took the stage, the energy shifted again, charged, but cold. Their sound is like a bruised memory turned up to eleven. Tracks bent with emotion but carried the weight of concrete. There’s a rawness to their performance that doesn’t care if you’re watching—it’s happening either way. Grunge roots tangled with post-hardcore grit, pulling everyone in whether they knew the lyrics.
The Belasco felt small by the end of the night. Superheaven made sure of that. They turned an ordinary concert into a sonic landslide.
