Roseland ballroom was litered in a sea of black band tshirts on Friday November 16th. Bodies flooded the carpeted floor of this venue with their horns out and voices raised for the thrashing that was about to infest their ears. Merchandise booths packed with fans trying to add to their intimate collection of metal paraphernalia, bartenders slinging Bud Light’s for a heightened sense of music listening, and the speedy inhalation of cigarette smoke before the show only meant one thing. Lamb of God had returned to New York City, and New York City was ready for them.

