Slipknot is marking 25 years of chaos with their Here Comes The Pain tour, celebrating their self-titled debut album by playing it front to back—no encores, no extras. If you came hoping for a taste of Iowa or anything else, you’re shit out of luck.
But honestly, who needs anything more? That debut still holds up as a masterclass in sonic violence, laying down the blueprint for a tribal, brutal blend of Thrash, Death Metal, Groove, Hardcore, and Hip-Hop that’s been whipping audiences into frenzies for a quarter century.
The show itself? Pure Slipknot insanity. The masks. The smoke. The unrelenting intensity. It’s as sick, demented, and cathartic as you’d expect, with the crowd feeding off every punishing riff and guttural scream.
What’s changed is how Slipknot is perceived. Once dismissed as white-trash catharsis, their music has transcended that label. It’s no longer just for dirtbags and derelicts—it’s cultural canon. What was fringe 25 years ago is now a classic. And judging by the fire in their performance, Slipknot’s next 25 years are going to be just as brutal and just as fascinating.
