The Last Word with Baroness at Broken Goblet Brewery

June 27th 2024 – The sultry Pennsylvania summer evening is draped over Bensalem like a humid, invisible cloak. The Broken Goblet Brewery is the chosen temple tonight, a sacred ground where sonic alchemists known as Baroness are set to transmute the mundane into the extraordinary. I arrive half-expecting an ethereal spectacle and half-ready for a beer-soaked bacchanal.

The brewery is buzzing—a hive of black t-shirts, denim vests, and tattoos narrating untold stories. The scent of hops and barley dances in the air, mingling with the anticipation thick enough to cut with a guitar pick. The crowd is a melting pot of metalheads, punk rockers, and those indefinable souls who simply crave the electric embrace of live music.

Photos by Keith Baker ( @avgjoe_photo ) + Article by @a.j.kinney

As the stage lights ignite, the atmosphere morphs. Baroness stride out like mythic heroes, each member exuding an aura of raw, unfiltered energy. John Baizley, the frontman, is a titan sculpted in flesh and ink, his presence as commanding as his guitar. Gina Gleason, a shredder of extraordinary talent, stands ready to unleash her sonic fury, flanked by Nick Jost and Sebastian Thomson, whose rhythm section could very well be the pulse of some ancient, forgotten god.

They dive headfirst into the set with “Last Word,” and it’s an immediate plunge into an ocean of sound. The riffs are heavy, the drums relentless, and Baizley’s voice cuts through the chaos like a prophet’s cry in a storm. The crowd is a living organism, moving, thrashing, and absorbing every decibel like it’s life-sustaining nectar.

Broken Goblet Brewery, with its rustic charm, becomes a crucible for this auditory assault. The beer flows freely, lubricating the gears of the night as every pint glass and cheer from the audience blend into the symphony of metal.

Midway through, they unleash “Shock Me,” and it’s a transcendent experience. Gleason’s solo is a celestial event, each note a meteor streaking through the night sky. Baizley’s vocals growl and soar, narrating a tale of resilience and rebirth. The communal energy peaks, a collective euphoria that could power cities.

The setlist is a masterclass in pacing and dynamism, with tracks like “March to the Sea” and “Beneath the Rose” weaving a narrative tapestry both intricate and brutal. The encore is inevitable and demanded with fervor. They return to the stage with “Isak” and the crowd is a tempest, a sea of raised fists and ecstatic faces.

By the time the final notes of “Take My Bones Away” fade into the ether, Broken Goblet Brewery feels like a hallowed ground. The night has been an exorcism, a celebration of sound and sweat and spirit. Baroness conjured magic, leaving us all slightly more enchanted, slightly more alive.

Stumbling into the night, ears ringing, heart pounding, and soul rejuvenated, I realize this was a visceral reminder that music, at its best, is transcendence. As the brewery’s neon sign flickers in the distance, I take one last look back, knowing that tonight was a testament to the power of live music in all its chaotic, beautiful glory.

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