Cyber alt-rock swagger meets gothic Metalcore as Smash Into Pieces headline London’s The Electric Ballroom with support from Enemy Inside and Dark Divine. It is a good thing The Electric Ballroom is in Camden, because the desire to raid Cyberdog’s rails becomes an urgent need by the time Smash Into Pieces have had their way. And good luck singing anything that was not on tonight’s setlist for at least a week.
Smash Into Pieces – Enemy Inside – Dark Divine
Electric Ballroom, Camden – 6 May 2026
Words: Lucy Dunnet
Photography: Aggie Anthimidou
Dark Divine
“Let’s have some fucking fun,” roars Dark Divine’s vocalist Anthony Martinez, before launching into a performance that’s chock full of screaming earworms and untethered gothic obsession. And there’s nothing like a band sporting futuristic Halloween outfits, haunting black makeup and white contact lenses to ignite the excitement of a crowd of alternative kids on a Wednesday evening.
Add in the announcement that Dark Divine have been collaborating with Motionless In White on a song, Blood Rave, from the Metalcore kings’ upcoming album, Decades, and no wonder some particularly excited fans sounded like they are about to climax amid all the screaming.
Alternating between pig squeals that give Will Ramos of Lorna Shore a run for his money, guttural roars that shake the very ground beneath your feet and utterly entrancing cleans, Anthony’s vocal range is…beautiful. As are the drum blasts that enunciate every impassioned “blegh” and the darkened futuristic synths that weave atmosphere into every crevice.
This is a band that can be sang along to and raved to, whether you have listened to Dark Divine before or not, so fun and instantly catchy is every note of their setlist.
After untangling himself from the mic wires, much to the giggling amusement of the crowd, Anthony announces it’s time for some crowd participation.
“When I say ‘it’s a long way to hell’ you’re gonna say…” the crowd interrupts: “YOU BETTER START DIGGING!” Dark Divine had better start digging a grave for their support band selves, because these Floridians are needed by headline slots, the world over.
Enemy Inside
A quick crowd karaoke round of Bon Jovi’s Livin’ On A Prayer keeps spirits spinning, until the huge symbol in the centre of the stage begins flashing white – Enemy Inside are going to appear any minute, and the anticipation sizzles.
Unfortunately, it’s probably one of the most exciting moments of their set, as, despite having more cool outfits and flashy production, some technically great vocals from Nastassja Giulia and a couple of songs that verge on being catchy, their performance lacks any real spark or charisma.
However, their newest single, R.I.P., hits shiveringly hard. Nastassja reaches the impassioned levels of ex-Battle Beast vocalist Noora Louhimo in her power choruses and maniacal, harsh vocals, which add a much-welcome, evil depth. More of this, please.
A mini pit gets going, proving that not the entire crowd has zombified, and the band’s energy definitely ramps up a notch. They finish with Phoenix, whose unpredictably tasty guitar solo helps leave a couple of positive thoughts floating about as Enemy Inside are clapped off the stage.
Smash Into Pieces
Smash Into Pieces have an arsenal of infectious anthems that sit teasingly at the intersection of synth-pop and alternative rock. As if this arsenal was not enough to take over London with, they have also brought with them four screens of hypnotic futuristic scenes and a shit-ton of cyber-Nickelback swagger.
The Swedish alt-rockers are decked out in gear that sits somewhere between dystopian warrior, Tron extra and club DJ, and they glide about the stage with just as much versatility, while APOC, the drummer, serves as the masked narrator of this futuristic rock ‘n’ roll rave.
They start the night with Man or Machine, the first of many, many bangers. Venom sees the whole Electric Ballroom bouncing, and Six Feet Under opens up the voice boxes as darting laser lines transform the ceiling into a stormy neon sky.
Benjamin Jennebo and Emanuel Magnil are a magnetic duo on the guitars, with Benjamin oozing cheeky cheerfulness out of every orifice and through every riff, and Emanuel shredding like a sophisticated, lusted-after young space warrior.
When the cityscapes morph into flickering orange flames all across the stage, Smash Into Pieces bring out their country groove with All Eyes on You. Chris Adam Hedman Sörbye’s vocals get gritty, the riffs roll with Southern charm, and there’s even some cowboy whistling.
Then the crowd sing-alongs continue with Arcadia, Trigger and Heroes Are Calling, and it is an entirely too addictive visual and aural experience.
When things turn acoustic for Somebody Like You, which they admit they fucked up once before, “so hopefully not twice tonight,” laughs Chris, emotions threaten to bubble up.
Chris thanks their amazing crew not once, not twice, not three times, but at least four times. He shouts out all the other bands multiple times and says how much they love the VIP meet and greets.
Basically, Smash Into Pieces are some of the loveliest musicians, and they are not afraid to get cheesy with emotion and gratitude. One can only dream of a world full of people Like This!
