GRIND APOCALYPSE: PIG DESTROYER/ WORMROT/TONGUE SCUM LEVELS MELBOURNE. Words by Mark Jenkins/Photos by Dan McKay.
GRIND APOCALYPSE: PIG DESTROYER/ WORMROT/TONGUE SCUM LEVELS MELBOURNE.
Max Watt's Becomes Ground Zero for 17 Years of Pent-Up Fury.
Words by Mark Jenkins/Photos by Dan McKay.
The queue snaking around the block was the first warning sign. Seventy-five deep and stretching further than I've witnessed in half a decade, punters knew they were about to witness something biblical. This wasn't just another metal show—this was grindcore resurrection, with Virginia's Pig Destroyer finally returning to Australian soil after a 17-year exile that felt like purgatory for local devotees.
TONGUE SCUM: Local Legends Claim Their Throne
Their set was a masterclass in controlled chaos: ferocious, crushing, and delivered with the confidence of a band that knows they've earned their stripes the hard way. Watching these guys finally get the recognition they deserve, commanding a room this size with this level of energy, was genuinely moving. This is what the underground is about—persistence, authenticity, and the eventual payoff when the scene recognises real ones.
WORMROT: The OG Lineup's Devastating Return
The precision was surgical, the ferocity unmatched. Arif's vocals cut through the mix like razor wire, while the rhythm section created one of the most sizeable and convincing circle pits I've witnessed in recent memory.
The pit churned relentlessly through most of their set, a testament to both the band's unrelenting assault and the crowd's complete surrender to the chaos. This was Wormrot at their absolute peak—flawless, punishing, and utterly convincing in their grindcore supremacy.
PIG DESTROYER: Ruthless Grind Perfection

Every member was locked in perfect synchronisation, creating a dominating and utterly memorable performance that proved live chemistry can transcend studio recordings.
Look, I'll be honest—their catalogue besides Prowler in the Yard and Book Burner has been inconsistent at best (yes, I spent half the night arguing this point with fellow devotees), but as a live entity, Pig Destroyer remains untouchable. This was grindcore perfection: energetic, engaging, and ruthlessly entertaining from first blast beat to final feedback squeal.
THE MERCH MASSACRE
FINAL TRANSMISSION
This wasn't just a concert—it was a reminder of why we submit ourselves to this beautiful punishment called grindcore. From Tongue Scum's well-deserved moment in the spotlight, to Wormrot's flawless devastation, to Pig Destroyer's unrelenting grind theatre, every element aligned to create something genuinely special.
Melbourne's grindcore faithful waited 17 years for this moment, and it delivered beyond expectations. Here's hoping we don't have to wait another two decades to witness this level of extreme music mastery again.
The ringing in your ears is proof you were there. The bruises are badges of honour. The memories are forever.
VERIFIED DESTRUCTION:
- Tongue Scum: Local legends proving they belong on any stage
- Wormrot: Original lineup perfection, circle pit carnage
- Pig Destroyer: 26-song assault featuring unhinged keyboard chaos and crowd communion
Next time you see a queue this long, join it. You never know when you're about to witness history.
Catch the rest of the tour before it leaves, and all three bands you need to add to your bucket list, tick off and add them again. This is the Grindcore sacrament, my fellow heathens.
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