📍 House of Blues Dallas — July 27, 2025
Written by: Clinton Camper
It was so hot inside House of Blues Dallas on Sunday night, July 27, that the air felt like it had its own mosh pit. But that didn’t stop U.K. metalcore giants Architects from delivering a set that scorched even harder than the Texas temps.
Frontman Sam Carter stormed the stage in a Members Only-style black shiny jacket and cowboy hat—a bold look that was short-lived. A few songs in, the jacket was off, the sweat was flowing, and the chaos was just getting started. The cowboy hat stuck around a little longer, a perfect nod to the band’s lone star setting, but it was clear from the jump: this wasn’t going to be a fashion show. This was war.
The crowd? Unhinged in the best way. From the first breakdown to the last scream, they were all in—scream-singing every word, throwing fists in the air, and jumping like their lives depended on it. There wasn’t a still body in the room. Every person in that pit knew the lyrics, knew the cues, and knew exactly when to lose their minds. The floor bounced with the collective weight of hundreds of boots and Vans hitting the ground in sync.
And yes, the mosh pit was mandatory—Sam made sure of it, calling for it over and over like a man possessed. At one point, it felt like the entire floor cracked open into a vortex of limbs and rage. The energy in the room was magnetic—borderline spiritual in a very loud, very sweaty, very metal way.
Speaking of possessed, Carter’s vocal range was on another planet. One minute he’s tearing through glass-shattering highs, the next he’s growling from the pit of hell. It’s a sonic rollercoaster that somehow never derails. His voice sliced through the wall of distortion like a blade, landing every line with precision, pain, and purpose.
Also: shoutout to the absolute units of men crowd-surfing their way across the venue. Watching giant dudes get passed overhead like beach balls at a festival was both impressive and mildly terrifying. If you were standing anywhere near the front, you weren’t just watching a concert—you were participating in a full-body strength challenge.
Architects didn’t just play a set—they commanded the room. Every breakdown hit like a freight train. Every build-up felt like a riot about to erupt. Their setlist moved seamlessly between punishing heaviness and melodic moments of release, proving why they’re still one of the most vital forces in modern metalcore.
If you came looking for a night of polite head-nods and casual rock, you came to the wrong show. Architects in Dallas was a full-body, full-volume, sweat-soaked experience. And the heat? Just part of the ambiance.