Don Broco Brings Bedford To Detroit

Oct 31

There’s a certain kind of electricity that only exists inside Saint Andrew’s Hall — the kind that sticks to your skin before the first note even hits. Detroit crowds don’t fake energy; they earn it. And when Don Broco brought SACE6 and Capstan along for their stop in the city, the night turned into a full-spectrum collision of chaos, sweat, and sound.

SACE6 opened the night like a shock to the system. No hesitation, no warming up — just impact. Their blend of heavy, almost industrial aggression with clean, pop-infused vocals shouldn’t work as well as it does, yet it hits like something entirely new. One minute, guttural screams are ripping through the speakers; the next, it’s silky, melodic relief that feels like catching your breath mid-freefall. The contrast is addictive.

What stood out most wasn’t just the sound — it was the control. SACE6 has this unnerving precision to their chaos. Every transition, every drop, every vocal switch felt deliberate, like they were stitching two genres together in real time. There’s weight behind what they do — that modern heaviness that doesn’t rely on nostalgia or gimmicks. It’s fresh, cinematic, and unpredictable. The crowd went from cautious curiosity to full participation in a matter of minutes, and by the end of their set, it was obvious they’d won everyone over. Detroit doesn’t hand out approval easily, but SACE6 earned it.

Capstan followed with their signature intensity — tight, emotional, and technically flawless. Their performance was like watching muscle memory turn into melody, each member moving with purpose. You could feel the emotional undercurrent in their set, the way their songs build tension and release it in all the right places. They’re a band that doesn’t just perform; they unravel — and the crowd responded to every word.

Then came Don Broco — unpredictable, theatrical, and commanding in every possible way. They don’t just walk onto a stage; they take it. From the first moment, the energy was manic, playful, and strangely intimate. Rob Damiani moved like a man conducting a riot, and the band followed suit with relentless precision.

When “Cellophane” hit, it was the breaking point. The floor vibrated under the weight of it, voices rising in a collective scream that blurred the line between performer and audience. That track, with its pulsing rhythm and suffocating groove, was built for a live setting — and it showed. The lighting hit sharp and surgical, cutting through the haze as if the entire room was breathing in sync.

By the time the last note rang out, it felt like everyone in Saint Andrew’s had been through something — not just a concert, but a full-body experience. From SACE6’s genre-bending aggression to Don Broco’s perfectly controlled chaos, it was one of those nights that reminded everyone why live music still matters.

Detroit showed up raw, loud, and unfiltered — and every band on that stage matched it.