Photos and writing by Dillon Reesor
Halloween week brought a packed crowd to The Underground for the Scowl x Sunami co-headlining tour, with support from Divine Right, Whispers, and Nuovo Testamento. For the most part, it was a straight-up hardcore show—loud, sweaty, and full of movement—with one sharp left turn in the middle courtesy of Nuovo’s synth-heavy pulse. The mix worked better than expected, keeping the night unpredictable but never losing its edge. The energy stayed high from the first chord to the last stagedive.
Divine Right opened strong for the hometown crowd, their metallic hardcore cutting through clean and confident. They sounded tighter than ever, with enough grit to get the first few brave souls moving up front. It was a solid way to kick off the night, no pretense or filler, making a strong hometown statement.
Whispers, hailing from Bangkok, brought a more traditional hardcore flavor: groovy, heavy, and full of conviction. Their set was short but locked-in, with a no-nonsense stage presence that made it clear they were there to make an impression. By the time they wrapped, the pit was properly awake.
Then came Nuovo Testamento, who threw the whole night into contrast. Their glossy synthwave and dance-floor aesthetic might’ve seemed out of place on paper, but live it worked surprisingly well. The lighting, the atmosphere, the steady pulse all worked together to give the room a chance to breathe. It wasn’t the intensity the night started with, but it broke up the evening in a way that felt refreshing, and to their credit, most of the hardcore crowd seemed down to just ride the groove.
Scowl followed, leaning into the melodic and colorful side of their newer material. Kat Moss commanded the stage with ease, switching between feral and composed in a way that made even the poppier moments feel grounded. Songs like “Fuck Around” and “Shot Down” landed hardest, bridging their older aggression with their newer sound.
Sunami closed the night with exactly the kind of blunt-force energy everyone expected. No polish, no pacing, just instant violence and a sea of stagedives. The crowd gave it right back, turning the room into a blur of motion from start to finish.
When the lights came up after Sunami’s closer, the room buzzed with that post-show hum: people catching their breath, laughing, and nursing bruises. It wasn’t the kind of night that will go down as legend, but it captured something real: five bands from all over the map pulling a packed crowd into the same orbit for a few hours.
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