CANNIBAL CORPSE
w/ Full of Hell, Munical Waste, Fulci
9/26/25 – The Rave – Milwaukee, WI
Justin Nuoffer/NuofferMedia.com
With temperatures at a seasonable high, the city of Milwaukee was alive and bustling. With the Brewers in the middle of a pennant race, the craze was everywhere. Traffic was bumper to bumper along the I-94 corridor, stretching past the stadium and down to the lakefront. But tonight was all about The Rave and the legendary Cannibal Corpse taking its cherished stage.
As the doors opened, fans who had been waiting all afternoon slowly filed through the security checkpoint, up the stairs to the box office and ticketing area, and then wrapped around into the venue. From there, you could head straight into one of its many bars or grab a spot against the barricade like many did. Outside, the patio was open with plenty of food trucks and three beverage stands, offering seating for anyone looking to fuel up before the chaos.
Inside, the nearly century-old venue boasts a gorgeous wooden interior, but you wouldn’t know it tonight; this was a death metal show, and the only colors visible were black and red. The opener, Fulci, made sure of that.
Named after the famed horror director, Fulci kept the vibe dark and crushing. Hailing from Italy like their namesake, the band builds its albums around plots from his films, serving as an homage to the creator of timeless cult horror. On this night, they leaned heavily on Tropical Sun and Duck Faced Killings. True to the genre, stage antics were minimal—it was all about the music. Opening with “Apocalypse Zombie” and “Human Scalp Collection,” the carnage erupted instantly. The pit opened wide, bodies collided, and Milwaukee got exactly what it needed.
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Vocalist Fiore’s deep, abrasive gutturals captivated while gutting the crowd. The riffs sliced sharp and heavy, unrelenting. Tracks like “Tomb,” “Voodoo Gore Ritual,” “Vile Butchery,” and “Eye Full of Maggots” struck the perfect balance of gore and groove, meeting incredible fanfare. Fulci may have been the opener, but they established the tone for the night and never once let their foot off the throats of the fans.
Full of Hell are no strangers to The Rave. At this year’s Milwaukee Metal Fest, they tore up the bar room with pure havoc. This time, they took on the room next door. If there’s one thing Full of Hell thrives on, it’s sound and chaos. Their brand of metal is impossible to pin down, but that’s part of the fun. Dylan Walker’s piercing screams cut straight through the eardrums, while the songs hit fast and hard. Tracks like “Doors to Mental Agony,” “Transmuting Chemical Burns,” “Schizoid Rupture,” and “Gelding of Men” off last year’s Coagulated Bliss blasted with unrelenting intensity.
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Behind the kit, Dave Bland was sheer chaos. His drumming felt like the driving force behind the band’s impact, his wild facial expressions making you wonder if he was possessed. Layer upon layer of noise pushed heavy music to another plane of existence. Full of Hell were everything you could have hoped for.
It wasn’t as if the touring bill needed any help getting the room rowdier, but the incomparable thrashers Municipal Waste came to deliver pure chaos and fun. The Virginia partiers brought their usual stage props: waste barrels glowing and pumping out steam, each pair topped with skeletons dressed in 80s punk gear. Green and purple lights rolled over the stage as the band stormed out, tearing into “Garbage Stomp” and “Unleash the Bastards.” The Rave instantly erupted into madness. Frontman Tony Foresta urged massive waves of crowd surfing toward the front, joking that fans should meet the photographers while they still could, since they only had three songs to shoot. The humor never stopped. Municipal Waste wasted no time launching circle pits early with “Breathe Grease” and “You’re Cut Off.”
There’s truly no one more committed to partying than Municipal Waste, but Milwaukeeans on payday matched their energy beat for beat. The circle pits grew massive, and at one point an evil Ronald McDonald led the charge, riding piggyback around the chaos. Then, without hesitation, trash cans started making their way toward the front. Foresta broke into another hilarious rant: “Hey, get those trash cans! Whoa, someone crowd surfing up here’s got dogshit on his shoes!” The crowd roared with laughter as the band ripped into “Slime and Punishment.”
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Decked out in their usual denim vests, bandanas, and long hair, the band played shoulder to shoulder like it was an 80s arena show. Fans up front twiddled their fingers during every solo and whipped their hair side to side. With trash cans flying across the pit, the band tore through “The Art of Partying,” “Demoralizer,” and “Born to Party,” bringing their thrash celebration to a chaotic close.
Then it was time for the Florida-based death metal titans, Cannibal Corpse. The venue was packed wall to wall, even the dark corners were full. The band took the stage as one unit and was met by a rabid roar. Opening with “Blood Blind” and “Scourge of Iron,” the floors of The Rave rumbled as the pit’s stomps shook the GA floor. With their brutally vivid lyrics and grotesque imagery, Cannibal Corpse were in their element and it was glorious.
Corpsegrinder, ever the legendary frontman, unleashed his signature deep gutturals with startling clarity, a rare art these days. Between verses, he whipped his hair in tight, furious circles while the front row slammed against the barricade, headbanging in sync.
The band plowed through “Disposal of a Body,” “The Wretched Spawn,” and “Summoned for Sacrifice,” as guitarists Erik Rutan and fill-in Brandon Ellis traded shredding riffs like dueling maniacs. Their hair flew as their fingers danced across the frets, creating an unrelenting wall of sound that tore through the crowd.
Drummer Paul Mazurkiewicz and bassist Alex Webster, both founding members from 1988, locked in perfectly from the start. Their rhythm section drove the set like a machine. Midway through, their personalities started to shine as they exchanged grins and cues during “Evisceration Plague,” “Disfigured,” and “Condemnation Contagion.”
The setlist was expansive, spanning twelve albums and giving fans something from every era. Still, Chaos Horrific, their latest release, claimed the spotlight with multiple tracks. And if there was any doubt left, Cannibal Corpse closed with four of their biggest songs. None bigger than “I Cum Blood” and “Hammer Smashed Face.” Each one detonated the room anew. As a fog-like mist rose and swallowed the crowd, chaos consumed the floor. Then, suddenly, it was over. Disbelief and disappointment lingered. The night had been so intense, so ridiculously fun, it was hard not to crave just one more song.
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Hot, sweaty, and gloriously filthy. That’s what this night delivered. Everything about it was a metal fan’s dream: crushing riffs, endless beer, and an unforgettable atmosphere. Cannibal Corpse proved once again why they remain at the forefront of death metal’s resurgence in the U.S. Fans crowded the merch booths and patio afterward, all grins and adrenaline. This was the definition of a classic metal show. Leaving the venue felt like you’d been sonically assaulted, but without hesitation, you’d line up to do it all over again.
