![]() ![]() Sure, they could’ve purchased it after the show. Luckily, they can still attend the odd gig.Īnd even though they might show up in ‘smart-casj’, they get so into it that even the lightest front-row jostle turns into a full blown circle of death in their presence. It can get really tough at times, like when their line manager asks them to ‘break down’ the data and they have a small convulsion. Now they spend their days poring over Spreadsheets and ignoring emails, as memories of the ‘old days’ slowly pick away at them. The Office Worker Who’s Actually Huge in the Sceneīefore the reality of electricity bills and minimal musical talent forced them to quit the band, this person was a big deal in a provincial town’s pub-hardcore scene. He enters the pit with a functioning DSLR. He’s an artist - nay, an auteur - so he’s determined to capture the crowd, in all their sweaty, condensed glory. Thanks to a willingness to trade ‘paid employment’ for ‘two tins of Red Stripe and guestlist’, this dude has agreed to photograph the band at no cost to anyone. The Guy Who Should Really be Careful of His Expensive Camera How does she keep going? What’s her secret? How does she scream every lyric when it feels like your lung is collapsing? The pit poses few questions, but she is one that is impossible to answer. She’s destroying everyone within six feet of her while singing along to every song. He’s a formidable force in the pit, but seeing as he spends his downtime blasting bis and tris, he’s always there to swoop you off the floor in about 0.000001 seconds should you get knocked over.ĭespite being four stone lighter than most people in the crowd and potentially 15-years-old, this girl is putting warriors like Good Guy Greg to shame. When he’s not in the pit, he’s doing deadlifts while listening to Hatebreed or watching videos of guys doing deadlifts with Hatebreed as the soundtrack. Remember the human wrecking balls I mentioned a moment ago? Greg is one of these guys. In a long-overdue effort to give these slamdancing soldiers the props they deserve, I've written a breakdown (geddit!?) of all of the heroes you’ve probably encountered in the pit. Since that formative Slipknot show, I’ve been in a lot of pits - I’ve spin-kicked beside hardcore kids with freshly inked face tats I’ve been taken out by human wrecking balls and picked up a nanosecond later I’ve been in two man stand offs during deserted support acts - and in the middle all of them, I’ve realised that no streaming service, limited edition vinyl or YouTube-to-MP3 rip can compare to smashing into a load of strangers at a show. I don't know how old I was or who I went to the gig with (probably my dad), but at the moment of the opening chord, as the bodies began to lurch, I became part of something bigger than myself something that only torsos colliding to the sound of clowns playing bins could bring about. All it took was the first two seconds of 'Wait and Bleed' to make me fall in love with the pit.
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