Bring Me The Horizon Didn't Play a Concert—They Reopened a Wound Outbreak Festival 2026 – Count Your Blessings 20th Anniversary Show
- Luke Storey
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BEC Arena Manchester – 10th July 2026
WORDS LUKE STOREY / IMAGES @eddymaynard
Outbreak Festival 2026 – Count Your Blessings 20th Anniversary Show
There's a point where nostalgia stops being nostalgia and becomes something much more dangerous.
It happened somewhere between the opening scream of "Pray for Plagues" and the moment I realised I'd abandoned the safety of the guestlist platform to willingly throw myself into what can only be described as organised human demolition.
The sensible part of me had started the evening with a wristband, a private bar and an unobstructed view. The idiot—the one who actually likes live music—looked at that, laughed, and climbed straight into the crowd. Best decision I made all year. Because this wasn't a concert. This was archaeology with broken noses.
Twenty years ago Count Your Blessings arrived like somebody kicking the front door off British metal. It wasn't polished. It wasn't fashionable. It was ugly, juvenile, gloriously excessive and exactly what it needed to be. It became scripture for an entire generation of deathcore kids who discovered that music didn't need permission to be this violent.
Now somehow twenty years have passed. The fans have mortgages. The band headline arenas. Our knees make strange noises. But for ninety unbelievable minutes inside Outbreak Festival, none of that mattered.
Outbreak itself isn't really a festival in the traditional sense. There are no barriers separating band from audience. No comfortable distance. No illusion of safety. If you're standing at the front you're volunteering to become part of the performance whether you intended to or not.
Bring Me understood exactly where they were. Before they even appeared, the screen flickered into life and there was Eve—the band's digital mascot—but she'd ditched the futuristic aesthetic for full-blown MySpace-era scene kid. Neon raccoon hair. Wristbands halfway to the elbow. Accessories hanging off every available inch of clothing. She warned us this would not be a normal Bring Me show. She warned us about "THE PLATFORM." She warned us people would jump off it. She reminded everyone that Count Your Blessings is twenty years older... and so are your knees.
The room laughed.
The room should have listened.
Because from the very first blast of "Pray for Plagues," civilisation politely excused itself and left the building.
I've seen Bring Me The Horizon more times than I can comfortably count. I've watched them evolve from sweaty clubs into arenas. I've seen the pyrotechnics, the production, the giant screens and the futuristic mythology. Forget all that. This was the band stripped back to the ugly beating heart that started everything.
Circle pits instantly consumed the floor. Spin kicks flew like people were auditioning for martial arts films. Two-stepping became mandatory. Stage divers appeared almost immediately. Somehow it never descended into chaos because everyone understood the assignment: survive, enjoy it, help the next person back onto their feet, then hit each other again.
One question floated around before these shows: could Oli Sykes still actually do it? Could he still produce those utterly unhinged screams that made Count Your Blessings legendary?
The answer arrived before the first chorus had even finished.
Yes.
Not "good for his age" yes. Not "close enough."
Yes.
Every scream sounded possessed. Every guttural growl landed with terrifying precision. It wasn't someone revisiting an old style. It was like he'd hidden this voice away for twenty years and simply decided tonight was the night to let it back out.
Watching them tear through "Tell Slater Not to Wash His Dick" felt almost surreal. The song hadn't been played since 2009, yet every single person around me knew every lyric. No hesitation. No phones. No spectators. Just thousands of people screaming every ridiculous line back at the band like they'd been waiting over a decade to finally exhale.
That happened again with "For Stevie Wonder's Eyes Only (Braille)," "A Lot Like Vegas," "Black & Blue," and "Slow Dance." Songs abandoned for years somehow felt newer than half the band's current catalogue. That was the biggest surprise of the night. This wasn't nostalgia. It felt alive. The songs hadn't been preserved; they'd been rediscovered.
Lee Malia deserves his own paragraph because what he achieved tonight bordered on offensive. I've always appreciated his playing, but tonight I understood it. Those riffs don't merely support these songs—they are the songs. Every tremolo run, every crushing breakdown and every chaotic lead line revealed just how intricate Count Your Blessings really is. Hearing them performed with twenty extra years of experience somehow made them even nastier.
His acoustic work during "Fifteen Fathoms, Counting" created one of the evening's few moments where the room collectively inhaled before it exploded into "Off the Heezay," a performance dedicated to former guitarist Curtis Ward. It was one of many moments where the band looked like they were rediscovering these songs alongside us.
Even Oli seemed overwhelmed by the response. At one point he laughed and admitted, "This might be the best live show ever."
Normally you'd dismiss that as frontman hyperbole.
Standing there drenched in sweat, being crushed from every direction while thousands of lifelong fans screamed forgotten lyrics into the ceiling...
It honestly didn't sound unreasonable.
Then came "Dehumanized." The fascinating thing wasn't simply that the brand-new bonus track sounded good. It sounded like it had always belonged on Count Your Blessings. Like somebody had discovered one final recording hidden on an old hard drive from 2006, only somehow recorded with everything the band has learned in twenty years.
Oli asked one simple question before it began.
"Are you ready to die?"
Manchester answered for him.
The first note hit and the room detonated one final time.
Then came the surprise.
The lights dropped. The band disappeared. Everyone knew the poster had promised "and bangers," but nobody quite knew what that meant.
Then the unmistakable opening of "Suicide Season" drifted through the darkness.
Absolute bedlam.
A song absent since 2011 suddenly roaring back into existence. Then "Re: They Have No Reflections," "Memorial," and "Blessed With a Curse," each one feeling less like fan service and more like old friends unexpectedly walking through the door after years apart.
Finally, Oli lifted his hands into that unmistakable diamond shape.
Nobody needed telling what came next.
Before a single guitar note had been played, the room erupted into one enormous chant.
"WE WILL NEVER SLEEP, 'CAUSE SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK... AND WE WILL NEVER REST, 'CAUSE WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD!"
"Diamonds Aren't Forever" became less a song than a controlled explosion. Pyro erupted. Confetti cannons fired. Oli launched himself into the audience as the final chorus somehow became louder than everything that had come before.
When the lights finally came back on, everyone looked broken. Bruised. Sweating through every layer of clothing. Smiling like complete idiots.
Bring Me The Horizon could have celebrated Count Your Blessings with a livestream, a deluxe vinyl or a polite anniversary tour. Instead, they resurrected a version of themselves that hadn't existed in almost two decades and proved something extraordinary—not that they've changed, not that they've matured, but that every version of Bring Me The Horizon still exists somewhere beneath the surface, waiting for the right night to claw its way back out.
For one evening at Outbreak Festival, time folded in on itself. 2006 and 2026 collided. Nobody escaped untouched.
Least of all my knees.
100/10.
SET LIST
Pray for Plagues
Tell Slater Not to Wash His Dick
(First time live since 2009)
For Stevie Wonder's Eyes Only (Braille)
(First time live since 2011)
A Lot Like Vegas
(First time live since 2009)
Black & Blue
(First time live since 2009)
Slow Dance
(First time live since 2006)
Liquor & Love Lost
(Referred to as "Dragon Slaying" on the printed setlist)
(I Used to Make Out With) Medusa
Fifteen Fathoms, Counting
(Live debut)
Off the Heezay
(First time live since 2011; dedicated to Curtis Ward)
Dehumanized
(Live debut)
ENCORE
Suicide Season
(First time live since 2011)
Re: They Have No Reflections
(First time played in full since 2008)
Memorial
Blessed With a Curse
Diamonds Aren't Forever
FOLLOW BRING ME THE HORIZON