AFI Silver, Cold and Completely Unhinged at Manchester Academy
- ANDI CALLEN
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Manchester Academy – 22nd August 2026
WORDS HARRY K / IMAGES ANDI CALLEN
AFI Bring the Darkness to Manchester
There are bands you grow out of, bands you grow into, and then there are bands that have the irritating habit of growing old right alongside you, changing shape every few years just to make sure you never quite know what the hell you're going to get. AFI have been doing that for more than three decades.
On Saturday night, Manchester Academy was packed with people who had clearly carried some part of AFI around with them for years. Some looked like they had stepped directly out of the Sing the Sorrow era; others looked like they might have discovered the band yesterday. That's the peculiar magic of AFI: somehow the old scars still fit the new clothes.
And the clothes tonight were very, very dark.
Before AFI arrive, the room belongs to Canada's TR/ST, the electronic project of Robert Alfons. It is an odd pairing on paper — a dark electronic act opening for a band whose roots are buried deep in hardcore punk — but perhaps that's exactly why it works.
TR/ST's music crawls rather than walks. Synths grind, beats throb and Alfons prowls through the electronic fog like somebody who has just escaped from a particularly unpleasant nightclub at the end of the world. There is something deliberately alien about it, and Manchester's response is mixed. Some people are completely sucked into the darkness; others appear to be mentally checking whether Big Hands is still serving.
But TR/ST make an impression. This isn't polite support-band wallpaper. It's cold, physical and occasionally confrontational, and there is a pleasing sense that Alfons couldn't give a damn whether everyone in the room understands what he's doing.
Then the lights go down.
At 9ish, AFI hit the stage with “Strength Through Wounding”, and suddenly the room remembers exactly why it's here.
“Through our bleeding, we are one.”
It's one of those openings that doesn't so much start a concert as detonate it.
From there, “Girl's Not Grey” and “Love Like Winter” arrive like a double-barrelled blast from the past, before the band plunge headfirst into the new material with “Holy Visions.” This is important because Silver Bleeds the Black Sun… could easily have been treated as the awkward new kid in the room. Instead, AFI give it teeth.
The remarkable thing about this band has always been their refusal to stay where you left them. Hardcore became punk, punk became gothic melodrama, gothic melodrama became arena-sized alternative rock, and now the darkness has been pushed even further towards the shadows. I noted just how naturally the newer songs sit alongside material from across AFI's catalogue, with five songs from the new album incorporated into a set spanning their previous records.
Manchester gets that same balancing act.
“Sacrifice Theory,” “Behind the Clock,” “Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings),” “17 Crimes” and “Beautiful Thieves” keep the old and new worlds smashing into one another.
And Davey Havok remains one hell of a frontman.
There is no need for the standard rock-star routine here. Havok doesn't need to tell Manchester how crazy it is or ask for a circle pit every thirty seconds. He simply inhabits the stage. Black-clad, theatrical and seemingly operating somewhere between a punk frontman and a vampire who has just discovered cardio, he stalks, lunges and sings with that extraordinary voice that has always given AFI their emotional punch.
The voice is the secret weapon.
It can soar, rasp, whisper and suddenly cut through the room like a blade. When “I Hope You Suffer” arrives, the atmosphere turns almost gothic, before “Nooneunderground” pushes the new AFI further into that shadowy territory.
And then, because AFI understand the psychology of their audience perfectly, they pull the pin on “Miss Murder.”
The Academy erupts.
There are songs that become hits and there are songs that become possessions. For a certain generation, Miss Murder belongs in the latter category. The words come roaring back from somewhere in the teenage brain, accompanied by several thousand people suddenly discovering that they still remember every bloody syllable.
That's what makes tonight work.
AFI aren't simply playing the songs. They're dragging pieces of people's past into the present and throwing them back at us at considerable volume.
There is something wonderfully perverse about watching a band with such a long history refusing to become a nostalgia act. They could quite easily have constructed a greatest-hits package and coasted on Sing the Sorrow and Decemberunderground. Instead, the new material is given genuine weight. The darker direction of Silver Bleeds the Black Sun… feels less like a mid-career costume change and more like another piece of the AFI puzzle finally snapping into place.
Then comes the encore.
“The Days of the Phoenix.”
If there was ever a song designed to make a room full of grown adults briefly forget mortgages, jobs, aching knees and whatever else adulthood has inflicted upon them, this is it.
And finally, “Silver and Cold.”
The room sings. Havok gives them the song and Manchester gives it back.
It's over after roughly seventy minutes, but it feels bigger than that.
Walking out onto Oxford Road afterwards, there's that strange post-gig sensation where the city seems briefly too bright, too ordinary. Inside, AFI have spent the last hour turning Manchester Academy into some beautifully fucked-up gothic cathedral. Outside, it's just Saturday night traffic and people looking for somewhere still serving drinks.
AFI have always understood that darkness doesn't necessarily mean misery. Sometimes it's theatrical. Sometimes it's romantic. Sometimes it's angry. Sometimes it's just a really good excuse to scream along with thousands of other people.
Thirty-five years into their existence, they still understand the difference.
AFI aren't interested in standing still.
Thank Christ.
SETLIST
Strength Through Wounding
Girl's Not Grey
Love Like Winter
Holy Visions
Sacrifice Theory
Behind the Clock
Paper Airplanes (Makeshift Wings)
17 Crimes
Beautiful Thieves
Escape From Los Angeles
File 13
VOIDWARD, I BEND BACK
I Hope You Suffer
Nooneunderground
Miss Murder
ENCORE
The Days of the Phoenix
Silver and Cold
FOLLOW AFI
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