There I was, headphones clamped on like a lifeline, diving headfirst into the world of PRESIDENT—two visualizers back-to-back, “Dionysus” and “Conclave.” And let me tell you, this wasn’t just pressing play on some new tracks; it was like being dragged through a ritual in a back-alley cathedral while someone poured wine straight down your throat and whispered apocalyptic secrets in your ear.
“Dionysus” hit first, red-hot and foaming over like the drunken god himself had stumbled into the studio, flinging chalices and summoning chaos with every riff. The guitars felt like molten steel poured over the skull, the drums a relentless march that left no room for breath. You don’t just hear this track—you feel it gnawing at your ribcage.
Then, with no time to recover, the scene shifts into “Conclave.” If “Dionysus” is the fire, “Conclave” is the cold—dark corridors, shadows flickering against cathedral walls, hooded figures whispering in a tongue you half-recognize but don’t dare translate. The riffs are heavier, deeper, like the floor itself is crumbling under the weight of this sound. It’s a track that doesn’t just play—it haunts, coils around your throat, and dares you to look away.
PRESIDENT are doing something dangerous here, something worth bleeding ink over. This is not your cookie-cutter heavy band trying to chase trends. No, this is the kind of music that feels ritualistic, primal, bigger than the sum of its parts. It’s heavy music as possession, not performance
And sitting in front of my camera, reacting in real-time, I could feel that possession too—eyes wide, fists clenched, laughing at the audacity of just how crushing these tracks are. That’s the beauty of doing reactions: you’re not just listening, you’re living it, raw and unfiltered.
So yeah, PRESIDENT… they’re not just knocking on the door. They’re kicking it off the hinges, dragging us into the temple of sound they’ve built, and daring us to either worship or be destroyed. And me? I’ll be back in the pews, headphones on, waiting for the next sermon.
This is gospel.
I bite crowd surfers.
killer.
