In recorded form, the long-running hardcore and metal band Converge are so visceral, they sound like a force unto themselves: endless arrays of screamed vocals, whirlwind drums, and feedback-drenched guitar. The stage, though, is where their apocalyptic aural assaults take physical form, as they strangle their instruments and expextorate vocals like some sort of unified noise gang. Frontman Jacob Bannon turns red as he deflates his lungs to their flatulent capacity, and the rest of his crew flail themselves about, somehow replicating the series of squalls, chugs, and wheedles they put to tape. Their eighth full-length, this year’s All We Love We Leave Behind, finds them exercising more of their extreme punk side (with a sprinkling of well-placed jazz excursions), which could make for the decades-old group’s most intense concerts yet. With fellow forward-thinking extreme musicians Torche, Kvelertak, and Whips/Chains.
Sun., Nov. 11, 8 p.m., 2012
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on November 7, 2012