Pierce The Veil, Movements @ The Drive, Adelaide 14/4/2026
‘Can we create something beautiful and destroy it’ appears on the giant red screen, illuminating the venue. Vic Fuentes, vocalist of headliners Pierce The Veil, strides the stage like a king with his adoring masses. Every strum greeted with screams, every word matched by a choir of adoring fans, every drum beat matched by dancing fans. They may finish with King For A Day yet to their fans, they are kings forever.
The show billed as the I Can’t Hear You World Tour, featuring tracks from every album of the bands career, is the biggest tour they’ve done in Australia, and the brave souls fighting the cold autumn air were treated to a night of emotions displayed in colour, tears and ecstasy.
Along with the headliners, Movements returned to an Adelaide stage for a run through of the career, which quickly became a roller-coaster before being reigned in superbly by a band’s dedication to their music.
Opening with You’re One Of Us Now, they bounce onto the stage that only serves to encourage similar behaviour in the crowd, that is then further implored in Lead Pipe. Then disaster strikes, the sound drops yet the band – in ear monitors gluing them together – are unaware and plough on during Killing Time. The band kick back in yet vocalist Patrick Miranda remains mute, like stuck behind a glass window screaming to get out.
Eventually he does, and that frustration ignites a new energy into both Miranda’s vocals and the band as they kick the doors down with Kept, while Skin To Skin gives the platform for Miranda’s vocals and angst to let loose. The finale Daylily, touches the people invested in different ways, a sensitive and emotionally heavy piece of poetry played to many, and absorbed personally.
However, the high-pitched screams that greet the intro music tell me Pierce The Veil are about to be present. Nothing in PTVs arsenal is understated. You are one hundred percent in or not, as they take no prisoners with the unabashed anthems of love, sorrow, teenage crushes, despair and life to catchy music that uplifts, dances and burrows its way in your brain.
Death Of An Executioner opens and the screams do not stop. Every corner of the stage Fuentes goes to is greeted like pop stardom. Bassist Jaime Preciado swings and throws his bass, convulsing with every beat while Tony Perry weaves harmonious solos throughout the evening.
Pass The Nirvana and Bulls In The Bronx are early haymakers that the crowd love before Where is My Mind? the Pixies cover, shifts the focus a little. Floral & Fading and I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious are humdingers so big that the show is becoming a karaoke set with PTV the musical accompaniment.
The band, Fuentes especially, engage with the crowd, joking about the city they are from and that world famous neighbour of theirs, a typical PTV trait of finding humour In darkness, which a megaphone and flashlight literally do as the band prepare for the final run home featuring a massive So Far, So Fake, Circles and the red screen request mentioned earlier in Disasterology.
Fuentes ask us all if music saved our life before a beautifully haunting Hold On Till May silences the venue into reflection. The emotion is eventually broken by King For A Day, the energy still insane from both band and crowd alike.
The tour is incorrectly billed mind you. I Can’t Hear You? I’m not sure PTV could’ve gotten the crowd more wild and invested than they did last night such was the noise from their fans.
Live Review By Iain McCallum