Opening up with super Satanic sounding classical music with lanterns hanging from the ceiling, the band comes out behind a huge backdrop displaying the cover art of 2017’s Cryptoriana album.

Hell yea, this is Cradle of Filth!

I’ve only seen them once before – and it was a full 19 years ago in Milano, Italy, at a huge outdoor music festival, where the ratio of hardcore black metal looking fans to just normal looking (for metal) fans was like a 100 to 1.

This venue, Cone Denim in Greensboro, was an amphitheater, with seats and a balcony area up top, open floor at the bottom, about the size of a large club.

At the show in Italy, I struggled to decipher what songs were being played because it sounded like a muffled funnel of noise for the most part. Hearing them in a smaller, indoor theater was totally different.

(Another difference: I slept outside in a park afterwards, waiting for the morning train to take me back to Torino – this time I comfortably drove one hour back to my house.)

They played Bathory Aria about 5 songs in and it was purely divine. This is one of my all-time fave CoF songs, in all its glory with its operatic vocals and stringed orchestrations, and they played the whole song, not a melody like I thought they were going to do.

They also played Dusk and Her Embrace, another classic, and newer (relatively speaking – in this case, “newer” is still 15-19 years old, eeek!) hit songs like Nymphetamine (2004) & Her Ghost in the Fog (2014), and delightfully to my surprise, from the same album and year, Saffron’s Curse.

From Saffron’s Curse:

I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore
What treachery this that she breathed no more?
Christ you bastard

I wished her back but the dead adored her
Even wild winds sang in chora for her
Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore
We’d be together more

Tidbits:

After so many years it’s amazing this band is still going at it. Despite putting out many a lack-luster album in their history, their live show kicked ass. And for what it’s worth, their second to last album Hammer of the Witches was solid.

It was hilarious to hear Dani Filth joking around in his patented not quite singing, not quite talking voice that lands somewhere between a troll and a goblin.

He must’ve noticed one of NC’s many furniture shows, asking the crowd who else is here for the furniture show & suggested purchasing a new ottoman.

There is not a single other band I’ve seen two times with 19 years in between the first and the second show. (Possible exception but probably second place: Between the Buried & Me.)

It was nice to see goth kids. I never see that shit man. The vibe especially for the opening bands took me right back to the 90’s ala Rocky Horror and Marilyn Manson.