AUGUST 10th 2016


Review by Lana Muirhead
Photos by Peter Ruttan


I was sincerely appalled when I walked into a new venue (The Red Room) to a new-to-me band, Hibria, and saw what Vancouver dragged out for them. Another sad metal audience that mostly consisted of the opening bands and friends of, the city yet again took a big absent shit on a band that would have otherwise had them wet for metal again.

The Brazilian quintet of Iuri Sanson (vocals), Abel Camargo (guitar), Renato Osorio (guitar), Ivan Beck (6-string bass), and Eduardo Baldo (drums) did not let a meager turn-out dampen their absolutely firey show.  The boys opened with crowd favourite “Silent Revenge” and could not have kicked harder ass. Baldo was like the human Animal on drums and Camargo and Osorio switched leads as seamlessly as silky lingerie. To top it all off Sanson’s vocals pierced the metal skies like Halford’s first did back in 1974.

The show raged on with nothing short of 300% shred, plowing through “Lonely Fight”, “Steel Lord On Wheels”, “Welcome To The Horror Show”, “Leading Lady”, and “Silence Will Make You Suffer”, to name a few.  At one point when Sanson graciously asked the crowd what they would like to hear, one dude shamelessly shouted out: “Drum solo!”  Not that he could be blamed: to see Baldo go just caveman on his kit was going to be intense.  But he wasn’t entirely alone for that 8+ minute session of insanity. Beck lent his impeccable timing with some strategically placed bass slaps and soon Camargo and Osorio were losing their minds with sheer instinctual assaults on their respective strings. The four moveable men made their way into the crowd where they probably came as close to a group/crowd gang bang as they ever have, and literally threw the notes and energy at the crowd. They eventually made their way back onto the stage and transitioned into “Shoot Me Down”. This was like a threesome on my ears, between Camargo, Osorio and Beck who compliment each other so well they have to have special mind-reading powers.

When you didn’t think it could get any better, Hibria crunched through three more tunes and ended with “Tiger Punch”, which was exactly what their set felt like: a giant dink punch from an angry tiger. And not only did Hibria deliver a musical meathook but they were consistently thankful and humble to the love shown them in this illogically tiny venue. For guys who sell out arenas in Japan, this was a shrunken crowd but a bloated performance that had me telling anyone who would listen that this band needs to be on their playlist.

There are literally no words to describe being witness to the musical magic that happened this night.  I can tell you that you can absolutely hear the influences of Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, Metallica and a twist of something incredibly unique among their catalogue. I can tell you that Sanson is an incredibly gifted vocalist whose range rivals Halford and Dickinson and stings you like a coked-up Hetfield. I can tell you that Beck’s unmistakable blues/jazz influence made his bass playing so intuitive that he was able to slip into a commanding foundational role in the band after only joining six months previous.  I can tell you that Camargo and Osorio, despite having two bodies, meshed so well they were likely born as one and split into two sometime in 1996 when the band formed. I can tell you that Baldo smoked his skins so hard that he would inspire a deaf dumb and blind kid to take up drums.  But those are just words: the experience was so much more.

Hibria continue their North American tour only hitting select Canadian cities so if you’re fortunate enough to read this prior to a show in your general vicinity, I will personally rent a tiger and have it punch you in the nuts if you do not go to see them. They are now on regular rotation on my metal mainline and I am so happy to have been introduced to them. Please don’t make me rent and go through the hassle of transporting a tiger to wherever your dumb ass is: just hit the show and thank me later.