For all the combined talent of Stephen, Aric and Briton, nobody in Manchester – and maybe the world – can compete with Sam Carter tonight. The notes that hard launch ‘The sky, the earth and all between’ in Elegy are obscene, immediately backed up by the rampant attack of Whiplash. Crucially, he always knows the appropriate moment to switch things up with a growl.
“Manchester, it’s time to make some fucking history,” our host proclaims. Too often, such record-breaking nights are restricted to London, but Architects are all too aware of their surroundings, exemplified by Sam’s decision to wear an Oasis Live ’25 vest, and later, a retro Manchester United shirt from the ’90s. Unlike his drummer’s stern focus during Curse, the frontman can’t stop smiling. “This has already been maybe my favourite show this band has ever played.”
Every note of Gravedigger’s djent apex point is crystal-clear. Flanked by two additional guitarists, the shining star of Architects’ production value is the sound itself. There’s zero pyro, which dominated their fabled step up to Wembley Arena in 2019. In contrast to the sensory overloads of Bring Me The Horizon and Parkway Drive, one modest screen surrounded by structured lighting enables the emotion with which their musicianship is delivered to remain front and centre.