Mudvayne and Static X both celebration the release of their iconic albums. Mudvayne’s L.D. 50 and Static X’s Wisconsin Death Trip released 25 years ago.
The first band of the evening was American nu metal band from Des Moines, Iowa, Vended, founded in 2018. The band features two members who are sons of members of Slipknot: singer Griffin Taylor is the son of Corey Taylor, and drummer Simon Crahan is the son of Shawn “Clown” Crahan. Their debut self-titled album was released in September 2024.
They tore through the MGM Music Hall at Fenway with a ferocity that reminded everyone why they’re one of metal’s most talked-about rising acts. From the first guttural scream to the last crushing breakdown, the quintet delivered a performance that was as raw as it was commanding.
Frontman Griffin Taylor stalked the stage with intensity, channeling chaos and charisma in equal measure. His vocals—shifting from guttural roars to piercing shrieks—cut through the dense wall of sound crafted by Cole Espeland and Connor Grodzicki’s razor-sharp guitar work. Jeremiah Pugh’s thunderous bass and Simon Crahan’s punishing drums locked in with military precision, driving the crowd into nonstop headbanging and circle pits.
Their setlist included hits like “Nihilism,” “Ded To Me,” “Am I The Only One,” “The Far Side,” and “Asylum.
Vended didn’t just play Fenway—they owned it. It was a blistering reminder that the next generation of heavy music has already arrived, and they’re here to dominate.
The next band of the evening was American industrial metal band from Los Angeles, California, Static X formed in 1994. The line-up has fluctuated over the years, but was long held constant with band founder, frontman, vocalist and rhythm guitarist Wayne Static until his death in 2014.
Static-X unleashed a wave of industrial chaos and nostalgia that shook the walls from the first note to the last. Performing under their signature blend of pulsating electronics and crushing metal riffs, the band proved once again that they are masters of controlled mayhem.
The stage setup was a spectacle—lit with strobes, smoke, and a mechanical backdrop that perfectly fit their cybernetic aesthetic. Xer0, donning his unmistakable Wayne Static-inspired visage, commanded the crowd with fierce energy and flawless precision. His presence was both haunting and electrifying, paying tribute to the band’s late frontman while pushing the music into a new era.
The audience—packed shoulder to shoulder—erupted into movement the moment the opening synth lines hit, fists raised high as decades of Static-X devotion filled the room.
Their was screams from the crowd as a big mechanical pumpkin came onto the stage and moved around the stage.
Their setlist included songs old and new and the crowd was estatic. Songs included, “Bled For Days,” “Wisconsin Death Trip,” “Sweat Of The Bud,” “I Am,” and ended with their biggest hits “Push It,” and I’m With Stupid.”
Despite the years and lineup changes, Static-X’s sound remains razor-sharp. Their ability to blend aggression with groove has aged like a fine, industrial wine. By the end of the night, fans were left drenched in sweat, grinning from ear to ear, and fully convinced: Static-X isn’t just reliving the past—they’re reprogramming it for the future.
Mudvayne stormed the stage with a vengeance, delivering a set that reminded everyone why they remain one of the most electrifying and unpredictable forces in modern metal. From the first pulse of bass to the final crash of drums, the band commanded the crowd with the precision of seasoned veterans and the fury of a group still hungry for chaos.
Frontman Chad Gray was a whirlwind of emotion and energy—his blood-curdling screams and raw vulnerability cutting straight through the noise. Whether climbing the barricade to scream inches from the front row or collapsing to his knees mid-song, Gray embodied every lyric like a man possessed. Guitarist Greg Tribbett and bassist Ryan Martinie unleashed a sonic onslaught—tight, complex, and relentlessly heavy—while drummer Matt McDonough held it all together with his signature blend of groove and technical mastery.
The setlist hit every era fans could hope for: “Dig” exploded like a grenade, “Not Falling” had the entire venue shaking, and “Happy?” turned into a massive singalong that blended brutality with pure euphoria. Between songs, Gray’s heartfelt words about resilience and the band’s rebirth drew loud cheers, creating moments of connection amid the chaos.
Visually, Mudvayne’s trademark aesthetic—paint, lights, and distortion—turned the stage into a living nightmare in the best way possible. Every flash of strobe and drop of sweat felt deliberate, feeding into the atmosphere of controlled madness that only they can deliver.
By the end of the night, fans were left hoarse, breathless, and grinning—covered in the cathartic wreckage Mudvayne had created. It wasn’t just a concert; it was a ritual. A reminder that two decades later, Mudvayne’s chaos still feels vital.
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