200 Stab Wounds – Turf Club – St. Paul MN – July 30th 2025

200 Stab Wounds – Turf Club, Minnesota – July 30th, 2025

Review and photos by Peyton Rondeau

Cleveland’s 200 Stab Wounds brought a crushing, no-frills death metal assault to the Turf Club, and from the first riff it was clear they were in complete command of the room. Their sound was everything you want from modern death metal—deep, swampy guitar tones that rattled the walls, razor-edged riffs sharp enough to cut through the crowd noise, and vocals so guttural they felt more like an eruption than a performance. The intimate size of the Turf Club only amplified the experience; it felt like the entire building was vibrating under the sheer weight of their tone.

The crowd reacted instantly—pits opened wide and stayed violent from start to finish, with stage dives and a constant churn of bodies fueling the chaos. Towards the end of the set came one of the night’s undeniable high points: their blistering performance of Itty Bitty Pieces. The opening riff alone sent the crowd into a frenzy, with the pit exploding harder than at any other point of the night. The band attacked it with surgical precision and venom, and it felt like the room collectively lost its mind for those few minutes.

Mixing fan favorites with newer cuts, the setlist was a relentless onslaught—no filler, no let-up. Every transition was tight, every breakdown hit like a sledgehammer, and every solo was drenched in filth. Even in a venue that small, they played with the force and confidence of a band ready to crush festival main stages. By the time they closed, the Turf Club was left sweaty, sore, and stunned. 200 Stab Wounds had steamrolled the place.

Vomit Forth
Direct support from Vomit Forth kept the intensity pinned in the red. Their take on death metal was raw, abrasive, and laced with a chaotic edge that made each song feel unpredictable. They didn’t just play riffs—they hurled them like weapons. Their frontman commanded the stage with a venomous presence, pacing and leaning into the crowd like he was daring someone to blink first. The set was a whirlwind of churning riffs, relentless double-kick, and a vocal delivery that bordered on feral.

While their heaviness was undeniable, what really stood out was their ability to create atmosphere in the chaos—brief, eerie moments of tension that would snap back into pure violence without warning. The crowd ate it up, responding with relentless pit movement and a shared energy that made the room feel like it was on the verge of boiling over. By the end of their set, it was clear that Vomit Forth wasn’t just a warm-up act—they were a full-force storm in their own right.

Weeping
Weeping opened the night with a grim, suffocating sound that set the perfect tone for what was to follow. Their slower, doom-tinged riffs carried an ominous weight, creating an almost oppressive atmosphere before bursting into moments of violent speed. It was a measured kind of brutality—controlled, deliberate, and crushing. Even as the first band up, they held the room’s attention with ease, proving they could match the intensity of the heavier hitters later in the night.