Page 68 - ION Indie Magazine MarchApril 2018 Issue

The stage was dark, only the outline of the microphone stands and speakers could be seen. Anticipation for Seether to
take the stage had me looking for any sign of movement in the darkness. As the whine of electric guitar broke through the

silence, the crowd cheered, heralding the arrival of SEETHER, quickly recognizing the opening cords to the hit song
“Gasoline.”

When the stage lights jumped to life, SHAUN MORGAN appeared stage left, while the center of the stage opened to reveal
red, fiery shapes dancing along the backdrop. As if on cue, crowd-surfers began to ride the wave of eager hands propelling
them down the slope of The Palladium, where bouncers waited patiently to receive them. Once there, they reveled in the

knowledge that they were only a few feet away from the iconic band. As I stood to the side of the stage near the photo pit,
I, too, felt the fever of being in such close proximity to one of my all-time favorite rock bands.

The last note of “Gasoline” brought the stage lights down for the Palladium. A shadowed figure moved to the center stage
microphone stand as Morgan’s voice echoed through the air with the opening lyrics from “Truth” -- “If I gave you the truth

would it keep you alive…” Guitars, bass, and drums vibrated the speakers as the stage lights rose to reveal “the truth”.
And the truth was -- there wasn’t a person in the crowd who wasn’t bobbing or banging their head to the rhythm.

Red lights illuminated the stage as the song “Stoke the Fire” roared to life, with Seether fanning the flames of their
passionate fans throughout the night during this leg of their “Poison The Parish” tour. Shaun Morgan’s voice growled as
the inferno burned brighter, “I promise not to fight it if you say you don’t like it…I bet you can’t…” From where I stood, I

couldn’t NOT like it -- every word, every note. And I was in good company, as hundreds of people packed The Palladium,
including the fans in the balcony section who also felt the heat and were out of their seats and standing.

Morgan slowed it down, playing “Save Today,” one of the song he wrote as a tribute to his late brother. This rocker can
growl, scream, and sing, with the acoustic sets truly showcasing the range of his vocals. Chills ran up and down my arms,

as each word he sang echoed through the crowd, while fans held up their phones to further light up the night. “I guess I
was wrong that you’d come home again…” was delivered with raw emotion spilling out, as his voice reverberated, filling
the air.

Seether then picked up the pace again with the song “Words as Weapons” -- leaving me with little doubt that Morgan ever
struggles for “something beautiful to say,” as he wrote in the lyrics. Throughout the evening, the energy exchanged

between the band and crowd was so palatable you could almost touch it.

If Seether is poisoning the parish then I want to drink whatever is being offered. Cheers!