âReading, shove this up your fucking arse!â, shouts Bring Me The Horizon frontman Oli Sykes, wickedly stretching his stage presence â a particularly strident and livewire gym instructor â to the limits of believability. As âDear Diaryâ springs into action in a blaze of pyro and booming sound effects, lunging riffs wail through the noise of the audience like a giant kettle boiling, and he whips the crowd before him into walls of death and circle pits, bellowing encouragement and daring them to reach new levels of carnage.
It’s in the brutal enthusiasm with which chaos ensues that makes watching the Sheffield blitz through their first-ever Reading headline slot feel like youâve landed at the centre of an apocalypse-like scene. 14 years after their first appearance at Little Johnâs Farm â where they got bottled off stage by the metalcore old guard, before returning to the festival five times in the convening years â they put on a blockbuster show, replete with hazmat suits, flares, and dancers that perform brilliantly with the frenetic speed of pilled-up ravers.

When the band bound onto stage this evening, however, there are no signs of their tumultuous backstory with this festival. They arrive with the collective bravado of a healthy underdog, and Sykesâ screams speak of a pent-up catharsis finally unleashed. The music sounds epic without ever seeming overwrought: âShadow Mosesâ swells with metallic bombast and dazzling, taut guitar work from Lee Malia, but itâs Sykesâ electrifying screaming vocals that see it over the peak â expelling five minutes of heavy tension.
The doomy textures of âHappy Songâ are accompanied by lurid visuals of acid house smiley faces, while âParasite Eveâ â with its astronomical breakdown â sees a gaggle of zombies run across the gargantuan-scale screens, adding to the effect that much of this feels like a psychic hangover from Halloween. And when Ed Sheeran appears for a surprise rendition of his fiery âBad Habitsâ remix with the band, it feels like an almost unnecessary adjunct to a set that has already offered so much â and they perform it with too much palpable joy to get snobby about.

All this gives shape, texture and soul to a show thatâs as slick and OTT as it is human. Beneath the pomp, Sykes doesnât play at being unbreakable: he sings an acoustic âFollow Youâ through tears like he knows broken too well, and unashamedly commands for the sentimental electro-pop ballad âDie4Uâ to turn into a arms-around-shoulders singalong Ă la âa condensed Bon Jovi concert.â

The emotional temperature is sent rocketing when Sykes steps into the crowd for âDrownâ, and generates a feedback loop between the band and their fans that feels genuinely triumphant. He hugs and wipes the tears of those lining the front row, before pausing to breathe in the adrenaline of the thousands before him. âWe fucking made it!â, he screams, thumping his chest in acknowledgement of an almost unbelievably hard-earned victory.
Bring Me The Horizon played:
‘Can You Feel My Heart’
‘Happy Song’
‘Teardrops’
‘MANTRA’
‘Dear Diary’
‘Parasite Eve’
‘Strangers’
‘Shadow Moses’
‘Kingslayer’
‘DiE4u’
‘Bad Habits (Remix)’ with Ed Sheeran
‘Obey’
‘Follow You’
‘Throne’
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