There are nights when a venue feels restless before anything even happens, humming with a kind of low-voltage anticipation that seeps into the walls. Leeds Stylus had that charge the moment the first bodies filtered through the doors, the kind of energy that a bill comprising of Nonpoint and Lacuna Coil can conjure. With the PA thumping overhead and the familiar glow of the bar lights bouncing off eager faces, the atmosphere carried the weight of expectation, an unspoken understanding that this wouldn’t be just another night on the touring calendar.
Nonpoint were the spark that lit the fuse. They hit the stage like they’d been storing voltage backstage, a burst of momentum that instantly reshaped the room. Elias Soriano moved with absolute command, lean and intense, whipping the crowd into motion with the casual authority of someone who has done this a thousand times and still loves every second. His vocals snapped and soared in equal measure, cutting through the tight, bruising churn of guitars and the seismic stomp of the rhythm section. The band were all muscle and movement, percussive, precise and relentlessly energetic. By the time they tore through a totally rampant version of ‘In The Air Tonight’ and the inevitable crowd-erupting ‘Bulllet With A Name’ the Stylus floor had become a living, heaving mass, the crowd pushed into the kind of unified chaos only a seasoned live act can conjure.
After a brief turnround of the stage the lights dropped and Lacuna Coil emerged as silhouettes carved out of the gloom. If Nonpoint delivered the punch, Lacuna Coil brought the dark theatre, the sense of spectacle that only grows sharper in a venue as intimate as the Stylus.
Cristina Scabbia stood centre stage with an ease that felt almost regal, poised, unshakeable, voice sharpened to a gleaming edge. Opposite her, Andrea Ferro countered with kinetic energy and raw grit, their interplay forming the emotional architecture that has held Lacuna Coil aloft for decades. Their dynamic filled the room, a constant push-and-pull of melody and intensity that turned each track into something immersive.
The older favourites ‘Heavens A Lie’ and ‘Swamped’ landed like collective memories, the crowd roaring back every lyric with a devotion that felt almost ceremonial. Newer material leaned heavier, darker, more cinematic, and the band carried it with absolute confidence. ‘I Wish You Were Dead’ unfurled like a stormfront, Scabbia’s voice slicing through the fog of guitars while Ferro’s delivery hammered through the low end. The lighting sculpted everything into dramatic tableaux, icicle-blue beams for the brooding moments, stark whites for the climaxes, blood-red washes turning the stage into a vision of metallic ritual.
What set Lacuna Coil apart though, wasn’t just precision or atmosphere; it was connection. Between the towering riffs and theatrical staging, Scabbia spoke with grounded warmth, her gratitude palpable. Ferro fed the audience’s energy with ceaseless movement, each gesture drawing them deeper into the performance. It’s rare for a band with this much history to still feel so present, so hungry, but that hunger pulsed through every note.
By the time the last chords dissolved into the haze, the Stylus looked transformed, steam drifting toward the rafters, lights smeared into colour by sweat-fogged air, fans wearing that unmistakable post-gig expression of exhaustion and awe. This wasn’t just a solid night of heavy music; it was a collision of two different energies that somehow fit together perfectly. Nonpoint brought the swaggering, full-contact catharsis. Lacuna Coil delivered the towering, cinematic sweep. Together, they created something that felt bigger than the room, bigger than the night, a reminder of why live music still matters and why these bands continue to draw crowds who know exactly what they’re coming for.
Not just a gig, but a moment – sweaty, loud, communal, unforgettable.
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