If the devil had a house band, Judas Priest would be blasting through the underworld’s speakers—and after this latest gig, it’s clear they’ve still got the firepower to melt faces. The heavy metal legends rolled into town with a vengeance, and what followed was 90 minutes of pure sonic mayhem that left no eardrum unscathed and no soul unshaken.
From the moment Rob Halford stalked the stage in black leather and studs, it was clear the band wasn’t here for nostalgia—they came to dominate. The twin guitar assault of Richie Faulkner and Andy Sneap carved through the venue like a chainsaw through steel, igniting classics like “Breaking the Law,” “Painkiller,” and “Electric Eye” with fresh fury. Even decades into their reign, Judas Priest still deliver with the energy and precision of a band half their age.
Halford’s vocals remain otherworldly, his banshee wails piercing through the mix like a war cry from another dimension. The rhythm section—tight, thunderous, and unrelenting—drove each track like a freight train through the gates of hell. Smoke, lasers, and pyrotechnics added to the spectacle, but the real fire came from the music itself.
While Ozzy Osbourne may not have been in the building, his spirit was moshing in every riff. The show was a reminder that metal’s old guard still holds the crown—and they’re not giving it up without a fight. Judas Priest doesn’t just play metal; they *are* metal, forged in fire and sharpened on decades of defiance.
As the final chords rang out and the crowd roared their approval, one thing was certain: the devil may have his band, but on this night, Judas Priest owned the underworld.
