Coheed And Cambria at House of Blues Chicago

Before we get into this, take a minute to look at the photos above these words. Does that look like a boring show–a show you wouldn’t want to be at–or does it look like the greatest show that’s ever graced the stage at House of Blues and fuck if you weren’t one of the people in the audience? If you can’t tell immediately that the latter is the correct answer than there’s no help for you.

The show opens with the entire band entering with what we’ll describe as a fair bit of fanfare. There’s an operatic rhythm and chanting, sold out crowd waiting for the arrival of the band, which just makes the tension more palpable. Overhead, the only light visible is a red light shone through a metal version of the Coheed & Cambria logo that hangs high above the stage. Even before they grace us with their presence, the crowd for Coheed & Cambria is the most energized I’ve ever seen at the House of Blues. A fair bit of mystery surrounds the band as they enter on stage and that doesn’t even take into account the fact that, even from a few rows away, I have no idea what the lead singer, Claudio Sanchez, looks like because of all his hair.

One song in to their set and everything changes. The entire crowd is sweating from their efforts jumping around and singing every. single. lyric. Girls are crowdsurfing. Someone just lost their voice. I just watched a guy air guitar so hard I’m pretty sure he knocked over the guy standing next to him. The entire room is shaking so hard that, if not for the hydraulic floor I know they have in the House of Blues, we’d all be attempting to tread water in the Chicago River while simultaneously moshing.

A few songs into the set, a few things are clear. In case the pictures didn’t make it clear, the light show is, in short, mind-blowing. I have no idea how Claudio Sanchez can sing with this much fervor night after night and still have a voice. The level of fandom people have for Coheed & Cambria falls just short of textbook obsession, and the guys in the band are happy to return the favor. Every song is just about to end before they go back for a few more licks, a few more times. Every single song finishes like the end of an encore song and no one, even the band, wants to do anything but be exactly where they are at this very moment.

In short, this review can be summarized by throwing up the horns.

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