Haretic Madness Revue is not just a night of music, but a series of emotional transformations. From the soft light of the morning exhibition to the cathartic storm that closes with the explosive energy of the bands. A long day where music, images, and people break free from invisible constraints, dissolve in chaos, sweat, and absolute freedom.
Haretic Madness Revue is likened to a ritual of liberation in a sequence: Opening with soft light, where the paintings will be the witnesses to tell the story, that is, until the cathartic storm comes and sweeps away with the explosive energy of sterile sound strings.
The entire day passes like a bustling chart of emotions; people break free from invisible constraints, dissolve in chaos, suffering, but live in absolute freedom.
Dawn opens the gates – chaos comes
From 9 am, the exhibition space opens as a slow introduction. The frames and light installations recreate “inner chains” fragments of anxiety, loneliness, and the ego looking for a way out. The audience walks silently in the pure white space, the ambient sound is as light as a breath, and then they themselves become part of the work.
The afternoon falls, the DJ set starts: deep bass, cold synth, pounding like a heartbeat. The atmosphere changes from meditation to explosion. The runway opens, the fashion show is like a transformation ritual: flashing lights, rough materials mixed with metal, models move like souls shedding old shells. That is when Haretic Madness Revue officially begins.
Sinister – HOLE Tribute | Chapter I:
Sinister opened like a thunderbolt signaling the coming storm. The grunge guitar was loud, thick, and reverberating like a roar. The female vocalist added to the set with heartbreaking, bitter lyrics, as if throwing each resentment into the air.
No need to get into a momentum, Sinister rushed straight into the center of the storm. Before the audience could even take their first sip of beer, the crowd dissolved into each lick and nodded like rabbits finding sympathy in the night. This was a moment of confrontation: facing anger, facing oneself, facing all the pent-up energy of the week.
Anesthetic Youth – Chapter II: Resistance
If Sinister lit the fuse, then Anesthetic Youth was the fire.
They brought classic alternative rock, sharp guitar riffs, resonant vocals, and a pounding kick that seemed to awaken the inner ego of the crowd. Not only that, their synth lines seemed to hang the listener in the air, before pulling back into the explosive emotional breakdown.
Each guitar line was like blood circulating through the veins of Halloween night, making no one stand still. The atmosphere at this time was a cross between chaos and release, where every sound became a declaration of life.
Black Industry – Chapter III: Devastation
No red and green lights, no long introductions. Just a white smoke gradually spreading, then the screams rang out like knives, and at that moment, the mosh pit gradually took shape.
Black Industry did not choose to retreat; they pushed their rough sound to the limit! Fast tempo, thick riffs, vocals like bullets shot straight into the frenzied crowd. White strobe lights flashed with each breakdown, the audience moshed more and more crazily, crashed, fell, then stood up again.
Black Industry did not allow any audience to rest. Each riff was a nod, the percussionist lit his stick, and the whole crowd was like believers attending an Industrial Metal ritual to vent all their anger. This was the devastating chapter! There was nothing left to hold back, only raw human energy.
Thỏ Trauma – Chapter IV: Liberation
It seemed impossible to surpass the intensity of Black Industry, but Thỏ Trauma appeared and took over the entire space in just a few seconds. Music was like hypnotic therapy for her. They played with everything left in the musician’s heart. Every hit of the drums, every broken vocal cry, every reverberation of the guitar seemed to hit the audience’s chest.
This was the climax of release: pain, anger, and tears were compressed and then exploded.
The audience screamed, many stood still with their eyes closed, letting the sound sweep over and wash away the remaining fragments of their souls. No one kept their distance anymore, just energy, raw and creepy.
THE TRUTH – Chapter V: Awakening
After the raging storms, CHƠN steps up like a cool breeze. No screaming, no rushing, just a sound that soars, drifts, quiet but full of life. Post-rock, dream ambient, vague but captivating. They take the audience from a state of violence to meditation, from storm to awakening.
The delay and reverb bands stretch like light shining through a thin layer of smoke. The whole space is silent , and only the sound of the strings and the breath blend together. This is the final chapter of the journey: awakening – rebirth.
Aftermath of the storm
The night ended, the stage was stained with beer, the smoke was thinning, and eyes were red, but everyone was smiling.
No one left immediately! There was something still in the air: a sense of serenity, as if having survived a collective release.
Haretic Madness Revue ended, but that energy still lingered in the hearts of everyone leaving the gate. There were moments of erratic kicks, long guitar feedback, sweat, and screams. It was the most genuine music: rough, rustic, and full of charm.
An imperfect night, but that’s why it emphasized the journey to find oneself. Haretic Madness Revue is more than just a show; it was a ritual for those who believe. Only by daring to fall into chaos can we find freedom.
See you in the next chapter.
Words: Vuong Gia Bao
Photos: Lokay Nguyen
