Big Ass Night Of Deathcore With Bodysnatcher

A big ass night of brutal Deathcore with Bodysnatcher, Ingested, Psycho-Frame and BIG ASS TRUCK I.E. graces the sticky floor of London’s The Garage, in Bodysnatcher’s first-ever headline tour of the UK.

Bodysnatcher – Ingested – Psycho-Frame – BIG ASS TRUCK I.E.

The Garage, London – 18 March 2026

Words: Lucy Dunnet

Photography: Antonio Giannattasio

BIG ASS TRUCK I.E.

BIG ASS TRUCK I.E. have finally hauled their asses to the UK, and as far as international debuts go, they obliterate it. The Californians wheel out a furious amount of hardcore stomp that threatens to steal the show – despite them being only the first band of a four-band bill, and on a Sunday night, no less.

Vocalist Abel Abarca is as charming as he is brutal, screaming for London to open up a pit in the first second.

The sticky floor of the Garage becomes a hardcore playground, with circle pits, two-stepping and flying spin kicks accompanying the thunderous chugging exploding off the stage. “Every show has been dope as fuck,” barks out Abel, to which someone from the crowd shouts, “and it’s about to get doper!”

And so it does. Even with song names like BIG ASS BEER and BEEF, there’s no silliness to BIG ASS TRUCK I.E.; just big, heavy, ass-kicking chaos. 

Psycho-Frame

A chill takes over the air, and that’s not just thanks to the icy blue lighting or the sub-zero air conditioning blasting from the ceiling: Psycho-Frame have taken to the stage. The Florida/Missouri-based band have only been around since 2023, but have already picked up tours with the likes of August Burns Red, Malevolence, and now Bodysnatcher, and are being praised for their revival of the mid-2000s chaotically raw “Myspace era” Deathcore.

Brandon Lopez’s bass is suffocating in its denseness, as every snare drum and every machine gun riff attempts to slice the air into a tornado of shrill aggression.

Dual vocalists Michael Sugars and Hunter Young are a constant yo-yo of shrill squeals and guttural growls, and go on a slight tangent about how hating Wetherspoons (oh, the blasphemy) before getting specific and demanding 500 spin kicks.

Security realises almost too late that now might be a good time to bring out more muscle and a reverend, as the crowdsurfers begin to storm forth. Psycho-Frame are a unrelenting black hole of Deathcore hypnosis, and it is to chants of “PSYCHO FRAME” that they ditch the stage. 

Ingested

With their greased-up, long locks dripping from their faces, Ingested take up tonight’s Deathcore baton. Like demonic bacteria eating their way out of an infected alien, the Manchester Deathcore outfit pulsates with acidic aggression.

Vocal duties are performed by Adam Mercer, who signed on just nine days before the tour commenced as a result of Ingested firing their previous vocalist, Josh Davies, when abuse allegations surfaced online.

Adam is a monster of a vocalist, with screams that sound like they’ve come directly from the belly of hell. But it takes a while for the crowd to warm up and get nasty in the pit.

When they venture into old Ingested territory, the dial finally enters the red zone, with Pantheon breaking out fists, crowd surfers and low-rent violence. “No rules, no holds barred, you know what time it is. If you came here to punch someone in the face, fucking follow through,” screams Adam.

There’s a sludgy bite to Ingested’s slam-smacked Deathcore, and despite the air of uncertainty to their performance, drummer Lyn Jeffs, guitarists Sean Hynes and Andrew Virrueta, and bassist Thomas O’Malley are a crushing unit. 

Bodysnatcher

“OPEN IT! OPEN IT!” The Florida-based “big dumb-guy” Deathcore force Bodysnatcher are the last treat of the night, and a solid contender for slower is heavier. Their crawling riffs pound in a threateningly sluggish tempo before every disgusting breakdown skull-slams the crowd.

This is the first Bodysnatcher headline tour on this side of the pond, ahead of their upcoming album Hell Is Here, Hell Is Home, out 10 April, and London is here to celebrate with them. Bodies pile together at every chugging crank, the sound somehow as crisp as it is filthy, every riff and every beat enunciating their ferocity.

Vocalist Kyle Medina isn’t content with the crowdsurfers paying rent, “that’s fucking three. I want a hundred more.” With all this numerical precision, security should’ve been using a crowdsurfing clicker counter.

Tracks like King Of The Rats and Murder8 elicit maximum energy, like blasts from an industrial power house, and headbanging so deep there’s risk of spine damage. Kyle takes a moment to reminisce about a trip to Japan, where he met a guy who “only ever watches bands from the UK”, but because of a previous Bodysnatcher tour with Ingested, he had in fact heard of them.

“Also, Wetherspoons is fucking awesome,” laughs Kyle.

Mechanically brutal, down-tuned fun alternating with slow chugs of death, Bodysnatcher made a delicious dent with their first UK headline tour. Bring on the new album. 

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