NEXUL
NYC | 01.26.2025
Photo by Sam James @samjames.jpeg
Behold, Nexul returns.
NEXUL
A ravenous descent through a hive mind of USBM’s most extreme collective. The gates of Hell Paso open. Behold, Nexul returns.
A frosty night in New York at a relocated venue in a nondescript part of town, something more than a show took place. It was a coming together of a group of creatives and die hard metal freaks dedicated to pushing the boundaries of extreme music. It’s not for everyone, but everyone there was for it.
Nexul is intense. A meditation on death, darkness and the infinite ever expanding nothingness that awaits us all. A force pulled from a dream and spread to anyone willing to bear witness to the ecstatic rantings of these lunatics.
Eyes rolling back. Chanting. Fervent riffing. Total desecration of the Floyd Rose. A surreal performance that got more intense as the set went on. Sweat in a cold room. Screams pulled from a dream echoed in the room. A prayer. Calling on lost friends as if they were present. Able hear and feel what was taking place. Speed and intensity absolutely peaking. Raised fist screaming. Then it ends. Silence. Cue the house music.
Words by Luke James | Photos by Sam James