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San Francisco’s Great American Music Hall has seen its share of legendary performances over the decades, and on July 13 it played host to a lineup that delivered everything from blues-soaked Southern groove to crushing noise rock and sludge-metal authority. Crobot, Whores., and Corrosion of Conformity each brought a distinct sound to the historic venue, creating a night that grew heavier with every set.
Crobot
Pennsylvania’s Crobot kicked off the evening with “Battle Cry,” wasting no time getting the crowd moving. Their blend of hard rock, funk, and Southern swagger was the perfect way to light the fuse for the night ahead. Frontman Brandon Yeagley owned the stage from the first note, stalking every corner with boundless energy while effortlessly shifting between powerful vocals and harmonica breaks that gave the band’s sound an extra shot of personality.
Guitarist Christopher Bishop filled the room with thick, fuzzy riffs that sounded enormous in the Great American Music Hall, while bassist Willie Jansen and drummer Nico Jansen locked into a groove that was impossible not to nod along with. Songs rolled from one infectious hook to another, and by the time they wrapped things up with “Trouble,” the audience was fully invested and ready for the chaos that followed.
Whores.
If Crobot got the crowd moving, Atlanta’s Whores. came to flatten them.
Opening with “Daddy’s Money,” the trio unleashed an overwhelming wall of distortion that immediately changed the atmosphere inside the venue. Christian Lembach’s razor-edged guitar tone and tortured vocal delivery cut through the room like a buzz saw, while Casey Maxwell’s bass shook the floor beneath the audience.
The band’s set was a relentless assault of noise rock and sludge, with “Participation Trophy” standing out as one of the evening’s most crushing performances. Drummer Douglas Barrett drove every song with machine-like precision, creating a relentless rhythm section that refused to let up.
Closing with “I Have a Prepared Statement,” Whores. left behind ringing ears, exhausted smiles, and a room that somehow felt even hotter than when they walked on stage.
Corrosion of Conformity
Few bands can command a room quite like Corrosion of Conformity.
The veterans opened with “Asleep on the Killing Floor,” immediately wrapping the audience in thick, blues-infused riffs that reminded everyone why COC remains one of heavy music’s most respected names. Pepper Keenan sounded as commanding as ever, his unmistakable voice carrying decades of grit and experience while Woody Weatherman’s guitar work blended melody and heaviness with effortless precision.
Bassist Bobby Landgraf delivered a massive low end that rattled through the historic venue, while drummer Nick Shabatura powered the band with a rock-solid performance that never let the energy dip.
Rather than leaning exclusively on the classics, Corrosion of Conformity built a set that celebrated every chapter of their career. The newer material fit seamlessly alongside longtime fan favorites, proving the band’s songwriting remains as strong as ever.
Late in the set, they reached back to Blind with “Vote With a Bullet,” earning one of the night’s loudest reactions from longtime fans. It was one of those moments where the entire room seemed to sing every word back to the stage.
The encore brought things home in spectacular fashion with two songs from my personal favorite COC album, Deliverance. “Albatross” filled the venue with its unforgettable groove before “Clean My Wounds” closed the night with the kind of energy that reminded everyone why those songs have remained staples for more than three decades.
I even brought along my original Blind and Deliverance CDs in hopes of getting them signed after the show. Unfortunately, that opportunity never came together, but it didn’t take anything away from what was an outstanding performance.
From Crobot’s infectious groove, to Whores.’ devastating wall of sound, to Corrosion of Conformity’s masterclass in Southern sludge and heavy rock, this was one of those lineups where every band earned its place on the bill. The Great American Music Hall was left buzzing long after the final note faded—a fitting end to a night that celebrated three very different, but equally powerful, approaches to heavy music.
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