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Pride in the Pit
Pittsburghers Defy the Heat for a Night of Pride, Punk, and Metal at “Pride in the Pit”
Under a thick blanket of humidity and scorching 95+ degree heat, the Pittsburgh community turned out in full force to celebrate PGH Pride in the Pit—a raucous, high-energy showcase of LGBTQ+ pride fused with the raw power of punk and metal. Held at Mr. Smalls Funhouse in Millvale, PA, the event, presented by Chaotic Order Entertainment and Strike True Promotions, brought together some of the region’s most electrifying up-and-coming bands and performers for what was billed as the heaviest Pride event of the year.
More than just a night of headbanging and fierce performances, Pride in the Pit also served a greater cause. A portion of the proceeds went to Allies for Health + Wellbeing, a local organization dedicated to providing inclusive, holistic care and breaking down financial and social barriers to ensure everyone has access to the services they need. The inaugural event was a resounding success, raising over $1,300 to support Allies’ critical work in HIV, hepatitis C, and STI testing and care; gender-affirming services; and inclusive primary care.
For more information on how to support their mission, visit www.alliespgh.org.
Drag Queens in Da Burgh
The day was emceed by Miss Demeanor and Zelda Kollins (who filled in for JoeMyGosh who missed the event due to being sick). The duo kept the crowd entertained while the bands were switching out and setting up equipment. They performed several drag routines to pop-punk songs that were chalked full of sass and charisma and dabbled in comedy and crowd work.



Dysphoric Void
Dysphoric Void Kicked Off the Day with a Raucous, Positive Charge
The afternoon’s ferocious soundtrack began with Dysphoric Void, a self-described collective of easy-core metal folx crafting anthems about life, resilience, and spreading good vibes. Fronted by the powerhouse Sparky, the band erupted onto the stage with vocals swinging from subterranean growls to piercing screams, commanding all who showed up early enough to catch their set. Rumor had it this was one of Sparky’s first live performances with the band, but you’d never guess from the sheer conviction in the vocal delivery.
The group blazed through a chunky, riff-heavy set of metal-adjacent tunes. And just like that, they were gone, off to Erie, Pennsylvania, ready to tear through their second gig of the day.



Uprising
UPRISING: Pittsburgh’s Molotov Cocktail of Crossover Chaos
What can I say about this band? Only that they just dropped the most electrifying punk-metal grenade of 2025—Under Threat (April 2025)—a rabid, riff-loaded beast that crackles with the same anarchic energy that made M.O.D., S.O.D., and D.R.I. legends. This isn’t just an album; it’s a middle finger dipped in nostalgia and napalm, and it’s the best thing to happen to crossover thrash in years!
When UPRISING stormed the stage at PGH Pride in the Pit, they didn’t just play—they declared war. Frontman Bala Rise kicked things off with a smirk and a snarl: “Politics. I hate ‘em. But that’s what I’m gonna scream about all night.” And scream they did. Delivering a sweat-drenched sermon of anti-establishment fury, delivered with the kind of raw, unfiltered aggression that left teeth marks on the crowd.
The set was a masterclass in controlled demolition as the band ran through tracks such as “Rise” and “Great Distraction,” which featured bassist D.B. on lead vocals. They ripped through the title track, “Under Threat,” with shouts of “We are under threat!” making the song a thrash-metal sledgehammer that cemented their place as Pittsburgh’s new kings of crossover chaos.
They also performed “You Made Us Too,” which brought Candrika Rice to the stage to help with vocal duties.By the time they left the stage, one thing was clear: UPRISING didn’t just play a show, they are working to etch their name into the city’s punk history with a switchblade.



millie DREAD
At first glance, millie DREAD seemed a spectral anomaly among the evening’s barrage of punk and metal—a lone rose in a briar patch of distortion. That is until she opened her mouth and began to sing.
And just like that, Pittsburgh met its new sovereign of shadows, and that is when the audience became fully aware that there is a new queen of Hell, and she is millie DREAD.
Bathed in monochrome hallucinations, flickering static, and fractured Rorschach blots. millie DREAD didn’t just perform; she dissolved into the projections, a living silhouette in the storm, which was more a piece of moving art than a musical performance. Cloaked head-to-toe in black, she merged with the chaos behind her, her voice a whispering contralto threading through icy synth-pop arrangements. This wasn’t mere music; it was haunting and emotional vocals, a séance set to rhythmic percussion and simplistic piano lines. Her lyrics, gothic and agonized poetry, whispered over glacial basslines.
The effect was one of hypnotic alchemy. The room’s temperature dropped. Mosh-pit warriors stood transfixed. Even bystanders snapped to attention, lured by the gravity of her vibrato and the visuals’ mesmeric unease.
By set’s end, one truth was inescapable: millie DREAD hadn’t just played a show—she’d cast a spell.



Cult Ov Crowley
Hailing from the industrial shadows of Akron, Ohio, The Cult Ov Crowley stood as the sole out-of-town provocateurs at PGH Pride in the Pit—and they arrived like a ritual dagger to the chest of convention. Their sound? A vortex of stoner-rock riffage, sludge-metal, and Thelemic mysticism, delivered with the kind of countercultural fury that would make Aleister Crowley himself crack a grin.
This wasn’t just a band; it was a sacrilegious séance. Their live show radiated occult psychedelia, a visceral experience where esoteric lore collided with amplifier worship. And the crowd devoured every second of the set.
The band, led by vocalist Deon Thompson, closed their set with a solid cover of the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young’s classic “Ohio.” The searing anti-war anthem written about the Kent State massacre. For a band rooted just miles from where the National Guard opened fire on student protesters in 1970, the choice wasn’t just poignant and a full-circle rebellion.



Disease Of The Mind
Disease of the Mind Delivers a Sonic Assault
If you’ve ever experienced true noisecore, you’ll understand the beautiful carnage Disease of the Mind unleashed that day. This two-man audio wrecking crew short-circuited expectations, holding the audience in a chokehold of sonic chaos. Imagine a horrific car crash set to the soundtrack of malfunctioning industrial machinery, shrieking feedback, and the grotesque, warped ghost of Jimmy Buffett’s “Margaritaville”—then cranked to eleven.
Their set began with the torture of guitar pedals and sequencers, twisting knobs until the air itself seemed to vibrate in agony. The sounds they conjured weren’t just heard—they crawled under your skin, forcing involuntary reactions: a shudder down the spine, a head cocked sideways like a confused dog, shoulders hunching as if shielding yourself from nails on a chalkboard. This wasn’t music—it was a physical experience, a controlled detonation of noise that left the crowd equal parts thrilled and traumatized.
As the chaos and audio warfare permeated the walls of the Funhouse, Mike Fisher stumbled to the stage, with his pants falling down, his shirt half on, and a full-length mirror in hand. He grabbed the mic and mumbled an apology for his unpreparedness as the sensory receptors of the audience waned in pain. He grumbled and gruffed as his dreadlocks hid his face. He fumbled along with the “Margaritaville” lyrics as he grabbed a pair of hair clippers and began to shave his beard. The metallic screech of the blades of the clippers echoed through the PA system, adding one more layer to the chaos and auditory discomfort. Each pass at his beard sent coarse black tufts of his hair fluttering onto the stage like snow in a nuclear winter. Once the haphazard shave was complete, he cowered behind the mirror like a goblin king, shoving fistfuls of freshly shaven hair into his mouth as if testing the universe’s patience, all while still singing along with Jimmy Buffett with the vigor of a South Side drunk at 3am or a Neanderthal expressing both love and rage simultaneously.
And before you knew it, the turmoil and turbulence stopped. The world began to calm. No explanation. No, thank you. No, good night. Just silence as the two men exited the stage.
Had the entire 6-minute set been a joke, a ruse, or did it have deeper reach and meaning? Was it an ode to Banksy-style art or destructive and noise artists like Merzbow or The Rita? Either way, it was enthralling, disturbing, and electrifying.



Terminal Intensity
From Unassuming to Unstoppable: Terminal Intensity Ignites the Stage
At first, the band members milled around the stage like roadies during the MCs’ banter. They looked a bit nervous and somewhat tired. It had been a long day (hell, a long week) for vocalist JJ Ulizio, who’d been pulling double duty as both frontman and founder of PGH Pride in the Pit. They looked unremarkable, almost ordinary—until the first searing note erupted from the PA.
Then, the switch flipped.
What followed was a bombastic, vein-popping assault—Dillinger Escape Plan’s chaos meets Car Bomb’s precision, with Code Orange’s raw menace snarling at the edges. The band’s self-proclaimed “dork-grind meets calculus-core” wasn’t just a clever tagline; it was a blood pact they delivered on, note for note.
JJ’s vocals were a force of nature, powerful and profound, guttural yet articulate, like a preacher screaming into a hurricane. Guitarist and primary songwriter Albert Ignasky was a live wire, shredding riffs with whip-crack precision before hurling himself into the crowd, igniting mosh pits mid-solo without missing a beat. The rhythm section? Dave Bruschi on bass and Ryan Palastro on drums are subterranean bulldozers, driving each song down your throat with or without your consent.
This band’s still fresh out the womb, just a handful of shows deep, but they’re already writing an album that’ll probably require a physics degree to comprehend. If this set was any indication, it’s that Pittsburgh’s scene just got a new apex predator; they’re poised to detonate on a national scale. You’ve been warned.



Desolence
Desolence took over the stage with what was the most polished and tight set of the evening. Led by the intense, gravelly screams of vocalist Brian Hindman and a twin guitar attack of Fen Marshall and Aaron Pepe, the band threw down a set of classic progressive thrash metal. Hindman’s stage presence increased the passion of the set tenfold as he powerfully crouched at the edge of the stage, unloading his vocals from the depths of his soul and lungs.
Polished? Absolutely. Ferocious? Unquestionably. Desolence didn’t just play; they proved why they’re a force to be reckoned with.



Crisis In America
HEY! Crisis In America (C.I.A.) stormed the stage to close out the night, they didn’t just play—they detonated a Molotov cocktail of pissed-off, working-class punk fury. Channeling the blue-collar grit of bands like Social Distortion and the intensity of Sick of It All, the band ripped through their set with the kind of unapologetic energy that reminded everyone why punk isn’t dead—it’s just pissed and waiting for its moment unleash its fury on America.
Front and center, the band looked like they were having genuinely great time on stage Feeding off the sweat-drenched crowd. And that name? Crisis In America (C.I.A.) a brilliant, ironic middle finger to the machine, made all the more cutting as the U.S. was literally dropping bombs on Iran moments before their set. Talk about punk rock timing.
This wasn’t just a performance, it was a rallying cry, a middle finger wrapped in distortion, and proof that the best punk bands don’t just sing about rebellion—they embody it. HEY! indeed.

Final Thoughts
Overall, an outstanding night of music and Pride. Big props go out to JJ Ulizio and Mike Fisher for inviting Empire Extreme to come help them celebrate Pride Month. They assure me that this is just the first of many of these events, and the success of this one is an indication that it is only upwards from here.
Please check out all the bands and sponsors and see you next year!

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ICP’s Dark Carnival Brings A Night of Faygo, Fireworks, and Family to Pittsburgh

Whoop Whoop, Pittsburgh! The long-awaited day arrived on June 27th, 2026, when the Dark Carnival made its way to Stage AE on Pittsburgh’s North Shore. And let me tell you, not even a rainy Pittsburgh afternoon could dampen the spirits of the Juggalo faithful. The skies may have been grey, but inside that venue, it was a pure, unadulterated party for the entire gambit of the Juggalo family. There were guys like Butch Shipton (seen in the photo to the right) who is anticipating attending his 25th Gathering of the Juggalos this summer. Alongside him were fresh-faced fans who have become the next generation of Juggalos thanks to outlets like TikTok and Instagram. I witnessed grandparents enjoying the time of their lives with their children and grandchildren.



The weather didn’t matter one bit to the night of chaos and celebration. Neither did the fact that the city was absolutely buzzing with activity. While we were getting down with the clowns, the Pittsburgh Pirates were battling the Reds just down the road, Nelly and Three Doors Down were rocking Point State Park, and drone shows were lighting up the sky over the Point. But for the Juggalos packed into Stage AE, there was only one show that really mattered.
As the rain subsided and the Faygo began flying, they kicked off the evening with “The Show Must Go On”, setting the tone for a night that would feature a near-perfect mix of old-school Juggalo flavor.


Violent J and Shaggy wasted no time diving into the classics. Hitting hard with “Hokus Pokus” from their 1997 platinum album The Great Milenko. They had the crowd losing their minds and soaked with Faygo after just a few notes. That track actually went gold in 2022, selling over 500,000 units, and it was easy to hear why: that infectious “Streets of Cairo” melody had everyone bouncing from the front barricade to the fence at the back of the lawn.
“Birthday Bitches” and “My Axe” kept the energy sky-high before they dropped “Fuck the World”. There was not a person in the crowd who was not singing along to every word of the classic tracks. After a quick Faygo break (because you’ve got to stay hydrated for the mayhem), they launched into “Tilt-A-Whirl”, followed by “The Neden Game”, a notorious gameshow track that’s become a fan favorite. Then came “Boogie Woogie Wu”, a dark classic from The Great Milenko that describes multiple murders over a creepy, slick beat. It’s horrorcore at its finest, childishly describing mayhem in a way that only ICP can pull off.




DJ Clay took center stage for a solo to give J and Shaggy a breather before they brought back the wickedness with “Play With Me” and “Stomp” along with another Faygo break (the crowd was getting thirsty), and then they hit us with “Let’s Go All the Way” and “In My Room”.
One of the highest energy moments came when they did their version of the Geto Boys’ classic “Assassins”, a nod to the horrorcore roots that run deep in hip-hop history.
“Down With the Clown” brought the energy to a fever pitch before they closed with the epic “Pass Me By”. This track, also from The Great Milenko, is one of the more thoughtful Joker’s Card closers. It paints a picture of what it’s like to make it to the Carnival after death, hanging with Jimi Hendrix, Selena, and Eazy-E, with Faygo on tap and no more worries. It’s a song about finding peace, and the message of the Dark Carnival shines through lyrics like “We all gonna die, but I’m not gonna fry.” The crowd filled the stage and commenced drowning Pittsburgh in its own Faygo Armageddon. As the Faygo flew from the front to the back of the venue, fireworks exploded overhead, welcoming the Juggalos to Shangri La.

It was a glorious, sticky, sugary mess that you had to see to believe. The wicked clowns brought it proper to the Steel City and showed fans, both young and old, why they have remained a main stage in the music industry for decades. They delivered a fun-filled night of great music and excitement.
Here’s the best part, ninjas. The Carnival keeps rolling; the Pittsburgh show was just one stop on the Clowns’ massive 2026 tour, and the insanity is far from over. The boys are hitting cities coast to coast, so if you missed this one, you’ve still got plenty of chances to get down with the clown.
Not to mention the 26th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos is just around the corner. August 19th through 22nd will see the Gathering moving to a brand-new “river-infused realm of dopeness” at Mother Nature’s Riverfront Retreat in Macks Creek, Missouri. That’s right, after years in Thornville, Ohio, the family reunion is heading to the Lake of the Ozarks area for a four-day epic festival with music, wrestling, and enough Faygo to fill the Mississippi.








There are several dates remaining on the current tour until the group veer off course for the Gathering and multiple festival shows, and then they hit the road again for a slew of dates leading up to the infamous hometown Hallowicked show in Detroit.
So what are you waiting for, ninja? Grab your tickets, grab your hatchet, and get your face paint ready for the Gathering. The Dark Carnival never stops—it evolves, changes shape, and reconfigures into something so unexpectedly dope that it’ll blast the ghost right out of your body. This is the sign you’ve been waiting for.
See you in the pit, Juggalos. Whoop Whoop!



















































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PGH Pride in the Pit: A Celebration of Community, Music, and Alt-Queer Culture
This Saturday, Mr. Smalls transformed into a haven for the punk, goth, and metal LGBTQ+ scene as PGH Pride in the Pit celebrated its second year. The genesis of Pride in the Pit came from a simple but vital idea of J.J. Ulizio: “I originally came up with the idea of having a pride event for the punk, metal, goth, and alternative [music] community, for those who feel out of place at mainstream pride events.”
Last year’s event proved there was a hunger for exactly this kind of space, generating over $1,300 for Allies for Health and Well-being and demonstrating that the concept works. The organizers described the aftermath as a moment of collective realization: “I immediately decided that I wanted to do it again,” explained Ulizo. Committee member Aaron Pepe added, “That was the moment for me too… sitting in the office looking at the number going, ‘Oh, damn. We did this. This is the start of something much, much bigger.”




This year’s proceeds will benefit the Hugh Lane Wellness Foundation, an organization founded in 2017 that focuses on improving the health of LGBTQ+ and HIV-impacted Pennsylvanians through services including youth mentoring, food and hygiene supplies, support groups, and mental health coordination.
Building a Movement, Not Just a Show: P3s, as it is affectionately called by insiders, ambitions extend far beyond a single annual event. The organizers are actively working on some smaller events to help generate income to fund the… big event next year.” They already have a Halloween party booked at Poetry Lounge. The organizer’s vision is long-term, as they hope to become a premier production company that touring queer and allied bands can trust when they come to the Pittsburgh area. “We want Pride in the Pit to be more than just the event,” said Ulizo. Community building remains at the heart of everything they do. Already, last year’s event created lasting connections: “There were bands that didn’t know each other, who have since played shows together. ” Dysphoric Void and Millie Dread, who met at Pride in the Pit, are now playing a show together the night before this year’s event.
The Lineup: A Guide to the Performers
Rory Watters – Solo death-core
Rory Watters brought a high-energy solo performance to Pride in the Pit. His deathcore screams filled the Funhouse at Mr. Smalls as he was accompanied on stage by only a laptop and microphone. His short set built the foundation of what the rest of the evening would hold.
Bad Spirits – Stoner/doom metal
Clad in all black, the four members of Bad Spirits took the stage with confidence, as they plowed through their brand of sludgy stoner metal. They oozed doom and Sabbath riffs all wrapped in blues. At one point the guitarist broke out a box guitar that he reportedly pulled from the dumpster behind the venue. His masterful playing brought out some southern swag as he caressed it with a slide on his fretting hand. It’s worth noting that three of the four members are part of the local Krampus band Sleigher.



LibCor – Punk/post-punk indie rock from Cleveland
Libcor performed a subdued set led by Olivia Lee on vocals and electric guitar while Corey Kurtz filled the sound with an acoustic guitar. The band had an interesting sound primarily due to the intentional mix/levels of their instruments. The lead electric guitar was buried low in the mix, leaving room for the bass lines and vocals to come to the forefront of the sound. I could hear hints of Sonic Youth, Hüsker Dü, and even Bob Mould




Disease of the Mind – Performance art/noisecore
Disease of the Mind is Mike Fischer, who defies an easy description or any description, for that matter. Rumor has it that the stage plot for this year’s performance was reportedly just a drawing reading “Mic, table, spaghetti, and a thousand wasps” followed by a question mark. With that glimpse into his mind, it was certain to be a spectacle
What transpired is quite difficult to capture with mere words. There was make-up, sheer stockings over one’s head, broken glass, bare feet, a bed of nails, a sledgehammer, candlelight, and Chef Boyardee spaghetti. All existing in the same space as a feedback-driven noise palette, and maybe there were bees; maybe not.







Psych Ward Grips – Queer, loud, dance punk
If there was a band that embodied the unapologetic, sweaty spirit of PGH Pride in the Pit, it was Psych Ward Grips. Describing themselves as “dance punk,” the Pittsburgh four-piece tore through of noisy punk rock set. Front and center was vocalist PINK, a blur of energy beneath a pink-colored mohawk that seemed to glow under the Funhouse lights. PINK commanded the stage with a presence that was equal parts punk rock preacher and underground club ringleader, channeling the raw, confrontational energy of queercore.
The band—rounded out by guitarist Jude, drummer Ashely, and keyboardist Cory—delivered a wall of noise that was as chaotic yet danceable. Their sound sits at the intersection of experimental rock and psych-infused punk, with jagged riffs and synth textures that refuse to stay in their lane . It’s the kind of music that makes you want to dance whether you know the steps or not.
Lyrically, Psych Ward Grips wear their identity proudly. Their songs are unapologetically LGBTQ-focused, tackling themes of queer resilience. This was band making a statement, and a reminder that punk has always been queer, and that the alternative scene belongs to everyone who’s ever felt like an outsider.








Sarah Halter – Solo metal artist Guitar & Vocals
Sarah was the second solo performer of the night. The sound blended progressive symphonic metal with vocals that transitioned from traditional metal to modern screams, reminiscent of Jinjer, and included screeches that briefly evoked Cradle of Filth. The ability to perform an entire set alone on stage, accompanied only by backing tracks, is a feat that only the bravest and most confident musicians can manage.



Terminal Intensity – Mathcore/grindcore
Terminal Intensity isn’t a band; they’re a sonic car crash at breakneck speed. One of the most intense bands to crawl out of the Pittsburgh area in many years. This four-piece are a lit fuse that wear their influences like battle scars—Dillinger Escape Plan’s chaos, Converge’s emotional brutality, and Napalm Death’s sheer velocity, but they twist it all into something uniquely unhinged.
Onstage, they don’t perform; they absolutely pillage. Their 20-minute set packs over a dozen songs, most barely surviving past the 60-second mark. Each song is a miniature apocalypse of squealing harmonics, guttural roars, and drum blasts that hit like artillery fire. The sole breather, a cover of a Weezer song. Yes, that Weezer.
Every song is a lesson in complete auditory destruction, bent on exploding your mind and heart at the same time. The guitar is bombastic, insane, jagged, and unhinged. The vocals: deep growls, piercing shrieks, and manic squeals that will make any death-metal fan smile. The bass lines drive the songs down your throat while the drums shatter what is left of your eardrums.
Keep your eyes on Terminal Intensity. This is only the beginning; when they turn up the heat, Pittsburgh might not survive.







Normal Creatures – Rock and metal with catchy hooks, dual vocalists, and hip-hop inspirations
Normal Creatures was the most polished act of the evening. Lead by vocalists Brian Sikes Howe the band performed a series of songs that transcended several genres. They tickled the audience with songs that touched on alt-rock and weirdness with an underlying hip-hop feel. Sike’s strained vocals were accompanied by the warm vocals of Mandy Montgomery who undoubtedly filled the gaps. Bassist Justin Campbell, lead guitarist Evan Thorsen, and drummer Leo Rogers produced a simple yet enigmatic sound that drove the energy of the performance upward. Most notable was Evan’s guitar tone.




Emcees and Special Guests
The hosting throne got a double dose of dazzle this year. Zelda Kollins was back for a second stint as co-host, and when the organizers came calling, her response landed like a mic drop: “Absolute fucking yes.” She was joined by fresh blood Bri Griffith, and together these two queens introduced bands and filled the spaces between them with multiple drag performances and banter that kept the energy crackling.
Beyond the stage, a vibrant bazaar buzzes with creativity and heart. Punk Rock Saves Lives returned with their signature mission-driven merch, while Octopus Designs tempted with their hand-stitched patches and keychains, and Dipped by Design lured folks with handcrafted sweets that are almost too pretty to eat. Over in the courtyard, Providence 12 sets up his easel for live painting sessions. Last year, he generously donated half his earnings to the cause, and this year he was back to create custom works on the spot as the music raged around him. Some luck raffle participants walked away with a gift certificate from Crayons Professional Custom Tattoos or some killer band merch.







Pride in the Pit is proof that there’s a place for everyone who’s ever felt too punk for a parade or too queer for a mosh pit. This is just the beginning—and the future sounds gloriously, defiantly loud. Until next year, keep your horns up and your flags high.



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KITTIE 30 YEARS LATER STILL ROCKS BALTIMORE

KITTIE CAME BACK INTO BALTIMORE SINCE AROUND 2012. ON TOUR WITH THEM IS GORE AND KINGDOM OF GIANTS.





Gore opened the show, energizing the crowd with crowd surfing and moshing. This Texas metalcore trio kicked off the party in style. I really enjoyed the vocals of their singer, Haley. While I found the music to be quite basic, I know many people in the crowd truly loved it.





Kingdom of Giants was up next, and this band, hailing from Sacramento, California, took the energy of moshing and crowd surfing to a whole new level. The metalcore band truly engaged the audience. While I have never been a huge fan of the genre, I always respect others’ tastes in music. The band exuded a lot of energy, and the singer was particularly animated, moving around and getting the crowd pumped up.







KITTIE was performing now, and I hadn’t seen them since Blue Ridge Fest ’22. I remember watching them in 2000 at Ozzfest and have seen them many times over the years, always enjoying their performances. I was really excited about this show.







Morgan, Mercedes, and Tara are incredibly badass and put on an amazing clinic. Rachel, filling in for Ivy on bass, added that extra spark. Playing 20 songs, Kittie pulled out tracks from different eras of the band. Hearing songs like “Cut Throat,” “Oracle,” “Spit,” “What I’ve Always Wanted,” “Suck,” and “Mouthful of Poison” was a real treat. They ended the set with their first single that made them famous, “Brackish,” and the song that brought them back together, “Eyes Wide Open.”






The show was incredible and truly demonstrated why, after 30 years, KITTIE is still a phenomenal band that deserves to be riding the waves of rock and roll success.
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