Opeth, The Sword at The Marquee Theater (2016)

The Marquee Theater (Tempe, Arizona, US)

Opeth, The Sword
  *Photography: Eyeonacone Creative Portraits Nearly two years have passed since I've last seen them, […]
By Kyle Harding
October 19, 2016

 

*Photography: Eyeonacone Creative Portraits

Nearly two years have passed since I've last seen them, and yet OPETH decided to return to the very same venue on the night of October 19th, 2016. The Marquee Theater, yet again, was hosting a show that I greatly anticipated, but only with two bands in the lineup. And yet, it's all that myself and a lot of people really wanted- a groovy band like THE SWORD setting the stage for the prog gods known as OPETH. I knew this night was going to be something else.

Doors were open at seven and, again, in the fashion of the Marquee, the show didn't start until an hour and a half later. This isn't necessarily important, but I'm gonna gripe about it, dammit, and hope somebody hears. If this was an arena or a much more grandiose venue, I'd understand, but this doesn't prove to be so couth in a place where the capacity is only a few thousand. Still, before the show started, a large gather of people had already amassed, nearly filling its reaches and chatting amongst themselves loudly. I wasn't the only one anxiously awaiting what I knew was to be a tonally-pleasing evening.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and the fog rolled on stage that was piled high with various amps, kits, keyboards, and lights like a kind of maze.  Then, THE SWORD stepped into our visibility, strutting about and jumping right into the music. I had only checked out THE SWORD a little before the show and may have been a little disinterested at first… but their live performance was on a whole different level. There was more jamming and unexplored movements with great soloing and an uninterrupted flow. The two guitarists, John and Kyle picked and bended bluesy riffs along with John's classic vocalization and Santiago keeping time with some swinging beats. Bryan's bass pumped out some heavy licks on a Rickenbacker similar to that of a famous axe-wielder, but made time to switch to a keyboard for some odd, ambient effects. The jams were in suit of something from 1978 belting out of a Volkswagen Van stereo and creeping out of the windows entangled in weed smoke. Truly something old, yet new and delicious.
 

 

THE SWORD's music was enticing and melted together for the entirety of their 45-minute set, becoming a single, meshed tune that changed and evolved as it progressed. The band didn't bother to so much as acknowledge the crowd until announcing their final song and, frankly, with the way they played, I was more than okay with this, as THE SWORD proved to be one of the best live groups musically that I had seen in a long time. They didn't bother putting much effort into stage presence, but the audial experience alone was unbelievable.
 

 

Knowing that the headliner has a lot to follow up with after the opener is always a pleasing thought. But it was only in that momentary sense of awe that I had forgotten who was actually the headliner, and OPETH's previous performance several years ago had left an ingrained mark in my brain that hadn't been buffered out of memory.

OPETH had finally emerged at around 9:40 and opened with their newest hit, "Sorceress", a jazzy, proggy number that has some painfully-gorgeous grinding intermittent guitar and so much soul. Though many fans came for the old stuff, this was a real crowd-pleaser. However, they didn't hesistate to jump right into their older tunes with songs like "Ghost Reveries", "Demon of the Fog", and the beautiful "Face of Melinda". OPETH pumped out a diverse setlist and many couldn't contain themselves a massive pit broke out right in the center of the floor.
 

 

Saying OPETH's performance was stellar is a gross understatement, and it's only during these live performances that I am reminded how finely-syncopated and in-tune Mikael and Fredrik are with their playing, weaving riffs and notes into a beautiful tapestry of wonderment and mysticism. All the while Martin on bass and Martin on drums pave a winding road of rhythms for music that can step into a new light without warning. Behind a tower of keyboards, manning the battlement was Joakim throwing out all kinds of wild sounds with hundreds of ivories at his fingertips. Topping this off with Mikael's legendary growls and, well, I can easily lose myself, and I did, not quite paying attention to the lights or the band on stage but allowing myself to sink and drown in the sounds.
 

 

Though I can easily call myself a fan of theirs, what I can never seem to grasp completely is how a band with such somber, oftentimes brooding music doesn't take themselves as seriously. Rather, they interact constantly with fans, cracking jokes, and making us all smile with dirty tour stories in between songs. They even took blatant requests, something I've never seen a band of their caliber do before (usually sticking safely to the setlist). OPETH played about a minute or two of any song they could remember, admittedly without practice, while everyone cheered… all before Mikael broke out into a double-time, spoken-word version of BLACK SABBATH's infamous "Black Sabbath", with a solitary red light on his devilish face while he told a jazzy story of the devil.
 

 

Sadly, the night had to end, but only after going on for what seemed like a blissful eternity. When OPETH ended with their encore of "Deliverance", they had played for a solid two hours and ten minutes- the longest consistent set I had ever witnessed. I was left feeling that this may have been one of the best single sets I've ever been part of. Even after all the years of metamorphosis, OPETH proved that they still know who they are and how to give everything to their fans: laughter, sadness, rage, a strange sense of self…
This is why OPETH remains as one of my all-time favorites in my pentagram of prog.
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