Live Review: Electric Callboy - Alexandra Palace, London
11th November 2025
Support: Wargasm, Bury Tomorrow
Words & Photos: Tom Atkin
Under the vaulted ceilings of Alexandra Palace the crowd buzzed with anticipation. Glowsticks waved here and there, neon outfits mixed with battered metal tees, and everyone seemed ready for a night that promised equal parts madness and fun. It didn’t feel like just another show more like everyone had come together for a shared celebration. Electric Callboy had sold out the venue with ease, and you could feel the excitement building. This feels like the last time I saw them at the Hammersmith Apollo, however on a much grander scale.
Wargasm are a band that really are making waves at the moment. They've dropped amazing songs with some absolute legends of music, Fred Durst and Pendulum to name a few.
Opening with a headlong rush of snarling industrial noise, their blend of nu-metal, electro-punk and razorwire attitude slicing straight through the fog machines. Bathed in strobes and smoke, Sam Matlock and Milkie Way stalked the stage like predators loose in a neon-lit alleyway. Every moment of their performance shared the same energy that their collab releases have done. Even though this is a 10,000 strong venue, it felt like a dingy club, and that worked very much in their favour.
Then came Bury Tomorrow, the crowd is already packed, this isn't a second support crowd, this feels more like a "first headliner" crowd.
The opening riff of “Choke” hit the room with real force, instantly pulling everyone’s attention to the stage. They moved straight into “DEATH (Ever Colder)” and “Cannibal”, both tight, powerful, and packed with enough intensity to shake the venue. Frontman Dani Winter-Bates prowled back and forth, his growls cutting through the mix and met every time with a huge reaction from the crowd.
When “Boltcutter” dropped, the atmosphere flipped into chaos, pits opened immediately, bodies surged forward, and flames shot up behind the band as the energy spiked. Midway through the set, “Villain Arc” and “Let Go” showed how strong their melodic side has become, the clean vocals rising smoothly over the heavier moments. But it was “What If I Burn” that created the first calm in the chaos, phone lights lifting across the hall as Winter-Bates stood in silhouette, delivering every line with raw emotion. They ended with “Abandon Us”, a final burst of power that left the crowd stunned.
And then all hell broke loose. Electric Callboy detonated onto the stage with more pyro in the opening seconds than most bands use in their entire set, the blast of heat rolling across the crowd as “TANZNEID” kicked the doors off the evening. From the first beat, the place transformed into a technicolour rave-metal carnival. The band barely paused for breath as they launched into their cheeky, high-energy cover of Sum 41’s “Still Waiting”, although I would say this is 75% cover as Frank Zummo is now playing for Electric Callboy, showering the crowd in confetti, streamers, and a full onslaught of bouncing balloons, proving they could out-party pop-punk at their own game.
Then came the first bit of crowd participation. Starting off slow. Gentle chants of Choo, Choo, Choo. Gradually building into that glorious “Tekkno Train” Pyro fully on mass again. For a crowd to be moving this much only three songs in to a set, shows just how good they are at what they do. It is never a boring performance.
One of the joys of an Electric Callboy show is their commitment to chaos, and tonight they leaned fully into it. Constant outfit changes kept the energy unpredictable — one moment they were dressed like club-ready fitness instructors, the next they were in glitter-soaked suits, then suddenly appearing in full retro Eurodance attire. Their screams and growls were on another level, the harsher vocals slicing cleanly through the wall of electronics and guitars in a way that reminded everyone just how serious their metal credentials really are.
The set rolled like a fever dream: “Hypa Hypa” unleashed a confetti tsunami and choreographed absurdity; “MC Thunder” and “Neon” turned the crowd into a euphoric disco-metal swarm; “Pump It” brought the hilarious mass fitness-class energy, complete with a mid-song dance break that had thousands bouncing in unison.
A huge crowd-pleasing moment came when the band unveiled their “Electric Bassboy” segment, hyper-dance remixes of metal hits, flipping heavy tracks into thumping, tongue-in-cheek club anthems. Ally Pally turned into a nightclub for metalheads, glowsticks twirling as blast beats met bouncing synths.
And because Electric Callboy cannot resist pushing the absurdity dial to maximum, the band stopped mid-set for a game of darts. Yes, actual darts. On stage. Followed by the entire venue erupting into the legendary “OI OI OI OI!” darts crowd chant, it is certainly a weird scenario but one that every fully welcomes.
That sense of unpredictability only grew when the lights suddenly shifted and the band appeared in the middle of the crowd with a piano to perform “Everytime We Touch”. A strange, heartfelt, hilarious moment that somehow encapsulated the spirit of Electric Callboy perfectly: chaos, comedy, and genuine connection.
From there the night spiralled into its final, glorious crescendo. “Revery” and “Hate/Love” added emotional depth, “Mindreader” pulsed with trance intensity, and the manic run of “Monsieur Moustache vs. Clitcat”, “Muffin Purper-Gurk”, “We Are the Mess” and “Crystals” blurred into a riot of colour, sweat and unrestrained joy.
And through it all? So much confetti. So many streamers. And even more pyro, enough to practically melt the ceiling.
By the time the last blast of fire faded and the final cloud of confetti drifted lazily to the floor, Alexandra Palace looked like the aftermath of a festival, a nightclub and a metal show all happening at once. Electric Callboy didn’t just perform a concert...
They threw a rave.
They staged a comedy show.
They unleashed a metal onslaught.
They hosted a party that felt like it might never end.
And everyone lucky enough to be there walked out buzzing, breathless, and covered in glitter, exactly as it should be.
Photo Credit: Tom Atkin
