Concert Review: A Night of Absolute Carnage at Goldfield Trading Post – July 20, 2025
By Chris Crone – Capital Chaos TV

If hell had a soundtrack, it was unleashed on Sunday night in Roseville.

Goldfield Trading Post—usually a safe haven for country boots and bourbon—was transformed into a battleground of blast beats, breakdowns, and bodies in motion as five bands took the stage in what can only be described as a brutal, blood-boiling showcase of modern metal carnage. From the opening riff to the last guttural scream, this wasn’t just a concert—it was a warzone.

HELLHEART – Central Valley’s Harbingers of Violence

Kicking off the night like a slap to the soul, California’s own HellHeart didn’t waste a second easing anyone in. They detonated the stage with their emotionally guttural anthem, “There Will Be Violence”—a title that proved to be a prophetic warning for the mayhem that followed. Their blend of raw fury and Central Valley grime set the tone: tonight would not be for the faint of heart. The pit went from chaotic to apocalyptic as HellHeart’s guitarist launched off the stage mid-breakdown, shredding his guitar while throwing down in the pit like a six-string-wielding demon—possessed, unhinged, and feeding the fury.

SALTWOUND – Deathcore Delirium with Groove for Days

Saltwound followed with a fury that could have knocked the paint off the walls. Frontman Spencer Timmons commanded the chaos like a general, his vocals bouncing between serrated screams and monstrous lows, backed by a rhythm section that felt like tectonic plates shifting beneath our feet. Their deathcore/metalcore hybrid—groovy, dissonant, and malicious—was a sonic punch to the sternum. Insidious melodies crawled through the grooves like barbed wire in your bloodstream.

FOX LAKE – Basslines from the Depths of Denver

Then came Fox Lake, and with them, a bassline so thick and filthy it turned the photo pit into a subwoofer-fueled fault line. Hailing from Denver, they brought a streetwise swagger to the evening’s chaos, blending groove-laden aggression with hooks that clung to your spinal cord. I felt each note in my chest like a defibrillator powered by pure rage. If body movement were mandatory, Fox Lake made it law.

UNEARTH – The Boston Beatdown, Reloaded

When Unearth hit the stage, it was like getting hit by a freight train piloted by Slayer and At The Gates. Their mix of melodic thrash, hardcore punk, and Euro-death metal precision gave the night a shot of veteran venom. Their machine-gun breakdowns were surgical strikes—no filler, just killer.

BLEEDING THROUGH – Orange County Royalty Reclaims the Throne

Then came the blackened thunderstorm that is Bleeding Through. Fronted by the inimitable Brandan Schieppati, the OC titans stepped into the spotlight like returning kings of chaos. After a merciless intro that shook the very bones of the venue, they tore into “Love Lost”, immediately igniting a volcanic eruption in the crowd.

From “Revenge” to “Lost in Isolation”, and “I Am Resistance”, it was a relentless barrage of symphonic savagery, climaxing with the colossal “On Wings of Lead”—a track that could summon storms if played loud enough.

From my perch in the photo pit, I watched a ceaseless flood of crowd surfers riding overhead, crashing into the front line with wild-eyed abandon. Security at Goldfield deserves a medal—not just for holding the line, but for doing it with vigilance and grit as bodies flew and the barricade trembled.

Final Thoughts: Chaos Never Looked So Good

What unfolded on July 20th was more than a gig—it was a tribal rite of fury, a celebration of volume, pain, and the strange catharsis only heavy music delivers. Each band carved their own mark into the night, leaving Goldfield scorched and the crowd begging for more.

Bleeding Through may have closed the night, but every band left the stage with blood on their strings and sweat in their eyes. Chaos was the headliner—and it absolutely delivered.

Categories: Bleeding Through, Concert Photography, Reviews