King 810, The Asylum, Birmingham.

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 “Where I’m from? You know I’m from Murdertown.”

Back in the UK for the first time in what feels like forever, King 810 brought their special brand of bone crunching riffs, bleak wordplay and chilling imagery to Birmingham’s The Asylum.

As the sun went down in Birmingham, it became clear that something very special was about to take place within the walls of The Asylum. A line of anxiously waiting fans spiralled outside of the venue, each one dressed in all black, some with bandana’s masking their faces. Large ‘K’s’ could be spotted on each individual, along with chilling phrases plastered on the backs of dark T-shirts. It would seem that King 810 were back in town.

As the crowd began to filter inside they were greeted with a bright stage, behind it, a large, de-saturated banner sporting an abandoned house from the band’s home of Flint, Michigan; a place where crime and poverty run rampart and more importantly, where King 810 planned to transport the crowd for one night only

Opening the night were the sounds of metal/post-hardcore fusion Death Blooms and the doom-inspired grooves of Courtesans, both of which did an amazing job setting the stage and amping up the audience for what was to come.

As the room lighting dimmed and several blood red lights begun to douse the stage, the crowd became increasingly restless. A booming, yet recognisable voice started echo throughout the room to the cheers of eager fans. “La. Petite. Mort.”. The voice began to repeat, each time garnering a louder reaction than before as it emitted from the speakers. Finally, the voice stopped, leaving the room in a suspenseful silence. Soon after the sheer grit of vocalist David Gunn’s voice was heard for the first time.

“I’m back home motherf**kers, get me my gun and my throne”

As the crowd split into a mixture of cheers and stunned silence, King 810 began to show their faces. First came drummer Andrew Workman, second bassist Eugene Gill and finally, David Gunn himself, dressed in a jet back leather jacket decorated with patches sprawled along the body.

From there the group dropped into an immense set, starting with Alpha & Omega before storming through War Outside, Murder Murder Murder and Vendettas. It’s hard to put into words how powerful these songs sound live; the wild and erratic stage presence of each member truly adds to the world the band create through their tracks. Gunn also effortlessly embodies the rough, all-confidence, no nonsense persona that’s become more and more realised throughout the band’s rather amazing discography.

After a few more relentless riffs, drum fills and bass licks, the band took things down a notch, moving to the left of the stage to perform a small acoustic set of three songs. This choice of songs and place within a set list was certainly a bold move, however as it went on the crowd seemed to lose interest. Many simply talked through the incredibly vulnerable tracks the band belted out which proved to be a small hiccup in the band’s plans.

It wasn’t long before the band found themselves back on their feet. Returning with a spree of the incredible Give My People Back, Fat Around the Heart and War Time, before closing the whirlwind of a night with an encore of Killem All – Arguably the band’s most popular track to date.

It’s hard to deny how well King 810 have developed and in turn, how their UK fan base has grown in such a seemingly small amount of time. Watching King 810 will never not be a blast and it holds true whatever the environment. They came, they saw and absolutely tore the stage apart!

Photos by Sarah Maiden

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