Lamb of God

House of Blues, Dec. 12

The hard-driving metal music steam-rolled the audience, proving why the band is a leader of the genre. From the first downbeat of the drum intro for the opening song, “Desolation,” the band cranked out their blend of high-energy blast beats and groove that had every kid in the mosh pits practically killing each other.

This was a makeup concert, and in an oddly touching apology, vocalist Randy Blythe, 41, mentioned that he had been a “shit and vomit fountain, and was so fucking sorry for canceling last month.” But, as his grandmother always said, “better late than never.”

After kicking off the set with a few songs from their latest release, Resolution, Lamb of God dove right into the classics “Set To Fail” and “Walk With Me In Hell,” which prompted a lot of call-and-response chorus lines with the audience. Blythe dedicated “Now You’ve Got Something To Die For” to our armed forces, praised the U.S.A. and made mention of how he’s had a rather interesting summer overseas. (Blythe spent 37 days in a Czech Republic jail facing manslaughter charges stemming from a 2010 concert where he allegedly pushed a fan from the stage, causing death by a brain hemorrhage two weeks later. He is facing up to 10 years imprisonment if convicted.)

For the encore, Lamb of God kept the energy levels up with their most successful hits, “Redneck” and “Black Label,” providing a nonstop musical assault that leveled the audience and had everyone screaming for more. ★★★★☆

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