Brutus’ live performance of “War” in Brussels is nothing short of a cathartic experience. The sheer intensity of Stefanie Mannaerts’ drumming and vocals is a force to be reckoned with, and yes, it hits harder than a Slayer set at peak decibels. From the opening note, the energy in Ancienne Belgique is electric, pulling you into a raw and emotional narrative that’s as brutal as it is melodic. They aren’t just playing; they’re unleashing a primal force.
The stage design, courtesy of the band and their creative team, adds another layer to the performance. The lighting perfectly syncs with the ebb and flow of the music, creating an atmospheric vortex that’s both intimate and expansive. Yann Windey’s lighting design doesn’t just illuminate the band; it underscores every crescendo and quiet moment, turning the stage into a living part of the ensemble. It’s immersive, urging even the most jaded metalhead to step closer.
Jens De Vos’ direction deserves a nod for capturing the band’s visceral energy with precision. The camera work is as dynamic as the performance itself, shifting between tight shots of the band and sweeping views of the crowd. This isn’t just concert footage; it’s a full-on cinematic escape into Brutus’ world. With editing that matches the pacing of the performance, you’re given no chance to look away and every reason to get lost in the experience.
For those who revel in live metal albums, “Live in Brussels” is a must-have. The recording work by Thomas Coene and mixing by Jesse Gander ensures every note — from Stefanie’s heart-rending screams to the bassline growls of Peter Mulders — is captured with crystal clarity. The sound is raw yet polished enough to showcase Brutus at their most authentic, without losing the live edge that separates legends from mere performers.
In a world obsessed with streams, this is the kind of performance that reminds you why live albums matter. Brutus’ “War” on stage isn’t just a song; it’s an experience — one that you’ll want to revisit long after the last note fades. So, grab the LP, or even the VHS if you want to go full vintage. Just be ready for a relentless assault of sound and emotion. Who needs an 11-minute flute solo when you’ve got Brutus?
