I’ve been waiting years to see Biohazard, and they absolutely delivered. The energy in SWG3 was intense, the crowd was wild, and the band was on top of their game from start to finish. It was one of those shows that makes the wait totally worth it.
Kicking off the night in SWG3’s hall, Lylvc wasted no time in setting the tone with their unique fusion of rap-metal and melodic hooks. Rolling in just after they started, I was immediately struck by their unconventional setup, no bassist, but two guitarists, one of whom doubled up on keyboards draped in what looked like an old VHS tape reel.
This was my first time in this particular SWG3 hall, and I have to say, it’s a cracking space, big enough to carry the weight of a heavy show, but still intimate enough to feel connected to the bands. The sound was dialled in perfectly, letting every detail cut through with clarity.
Lylvc’s dual-vocal approach made for an engaging performance. The male vocalist brought a rap-infused aggression, while the female singer handled all the melodic sections, soaring through the choruses with precision. They worked the stage like pros, keeping the energy high despite the early-set crowd hesitation. During Unstable, she tried to get the audience singing along, but they weren’t quite warmed up yet. No matter, Lylvc powered through, never breaking stride.
Their sound? Imagine Lacuna Coil meets Body Count, dark, groove-laden riffs, hip-hop influences, and a balance of melody and heaviness that keeps you guessing. XXX leaned into the heavier side, with the male vocals taking charge, and that’s when it became clear, this crowd was here for the heavy portion of the night. By the time Dangerous hit, the energy had fully shifted. Both vocalists jumped down onto the barrier, pushing fans to get involved, and this time, the crowd responded in force.
The performance itself was as much a spectacle as the music. The keyboardist, in particular, was a standout, hoisting his instrument above his head like some kind of synth-wielding warrior. A proper showman, adding that extra bit of chaos to an already high-energy set.
As they wrapped up, the female singer made it clear they weren’t just here to play and leave, she invited everyone to the merch desk, promising to be there all night. A class touch from a band that knows how to connect with their audience.
Lylvc delivered a killer opening set, and by the time they left the stage, the crowd was well and truly primed for the night ahead.
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If Lylvc got the crowd warmed up, Life of Agony set the place on fire. The moment Joey Z (guitar) stormed onto the stage, yelling “Glasgow!” and shaking hands with the front row, it was clear they weren’t messing around. “We are old school motherfuckers! Get in the middle! ARE YOU FUCKING READY?!”
And just like that, the chaos began.
Straight out of the gate, the crowd was singing along to the first track, fully locked in. Live, their sound hit with an intensity I wasn’t expecting, there was a raw, almost Soundgarden-on-steroids weight to the guitars and riffs, while Keith Caputo (vocals) was sporting moves and vocals that reminded me of Scott Weiland.
It didn’t take long for the first crowd surfers to appear, only a couple of songs in. When Joey Z shouted, “Do we have any bad seeds in this fucking house tonight?” the place exploded. There’s something undeniably satisfying about watching a band that’s been playing together for decades, every movement on stage felt instinctual, the kind of tight chemistry that only comes from years in the trenches.
Now, on a personal note? I’d love to see a band with Joey Z on lead vocals, his voice was incredible, and his energy on stage was unreal. He brought an extra edge to every moment, making it a real standout of the set.
Keith Caputo worked the crowd like a pro, even throwing out some cheeky banter, “I see a lot of male pussies in the front… you ain’t going trans on me, are you? Don’t make the same mistake I did!”
Given that Keith had personally transitioned, this was clearly a light-hearted joke at his own expense, and the crowd took it in good spirits.
Mid-set, Alan Robert (bass) and Joey Z took over vocals for a song, and it was an absolute highlight, raw, aggressive, and effortlessly tight. The energy levels didn’t drop for a second. Keith jumped onto the front barrier, getting everyone clapping in sync with Veronica Bellino’s (drums) pounding beat before handing the mic to fans. Then, just when you thought they’d done it all, he launched himself into the crowd for a quick surf. By this point, I was enjoying every bit of what Life Of Agony were giving, I will definitely go see this again..
As they closed in on the end of the set, Keith took a moment to thank Glasgow for their over the last 30-odd years before Veronica got the crowd revved up for a circle pit. And just when you thought they were done, they talked about how they hadn’t played with Biohazard in over 20 years, with Keith reminiscing about being snuck into their shows in a drum case at 14 year of age. A proper nod to the hardcore pioneers, and as a tribute, they tore into a Cro-Mags cover that sent the pit into overdrive.
Closing with Underground Keith let the crowd take over, stepping back as the entire room bellowed the lyrics before the band kicked back in full force.
By the time they left the stage, I wasn’t just impressed, I was a Life of Agony fan. No doubt about it.
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You always know when Biohazard are in town, bright orange shirts flood the venue, and tonight at SWG3, the scene was no different. The atmosphere was electric before the band even stepped on stage. Then, as the lights dropped, an eerie piano melody crept in, layered with atmospheric strings. A moment of calm before absolute chaos.
And then, BANG! The band stormed the stage, launching straight into an unrelenting sonic assault. “Let’s go, you Scottish motherfuckers!” they roared, and the place erupted. This was Biohazard in full force, aggressive, intense, and absolutely relentless.
As the first few notes of Shades of Grey hit, the entire crowd knew what was coming. “There is no black and there is no white, there are only…” and before the band could even finish the line, the crowd bellowed back, “SHADES OF GREY!”
The sheer wall of sound was unreal, a brutal mix of punk, thrash, hardcore, and pure, unfiltered violence.
Despite being seasoned veterans, Biohazard played with the energy of a band half their age. Three guitarists leaping in sync, hammering through each track with pinpoint precision. Billy Graziadei took it up a notch, climbing on top of the crowd to play the third song. Absolute madness.
Then came Urban Discipline, and with one command, the entire venue became a trampoline. “EVERYONE JUMP!” and not a single foot stayed on the ground. The crowd was completely in it, feeding off the band’s energy and throwing it right back.
Meanwhile, Bobby Hambel was absolutely shredding, looking like he was having the time of his life. Every note, every riff, everything was on point.
And just when it felt like the night was hitting its peak, Biohazard dropped a bombshell, “We were told to cut our set short, but we said fuck you! Let’s play more songs!” The crowd roared in approval, and they launched into Victory, a deep cut from their first album.
The energy never dipped for a second. At one point, Billy rallied the crowd: “We want everyone to circle around the poles, we’re making a fucking video!” It was total carnage, pure controlled chaos, exactly what a Biohazard show should be.
Then came a nod to their own influences. “We are music fans just like you! We listen to this shit every fucking day!” And with that, they tore into their version of Bad Religion’s We’re Only gonna Die, paying tribute to the legends who helped shape their sound.
By the end of the set, SWG3 was left in a sweaty, adrenaline-fueled wreckage. Biohazard had proved once again why they’re hardcore royalty, unstoppable, unapologetic, and still as explosive as ever.
Photos by Skull Lens Photography
