Seraina Telli didn’t walk onto that Toronto stage like an opener—she arrived like someone who’s been through the fire and came out louder, bolder, and unapologetically herself. Guitar slung over her shoulder and eyes full of purpose, she kicked things off with the kind of presence that only comes from experience. And if you know her history as the powerhouse voice behind Burning Witches, it all makes sense—she’s no stranger to commanding a crowd.
She wasn’t alone in bringing that storm. Behind her, drummer Rico H. drove the set with explosive precision, anchoring every beat with raw energy and perfect timing. The chemistry between them wasn’t just musical—it was electric. You could feel it in your chest.
Songs like Modern Warrior and Addicted to Color hit even harder live, pulsing with fire and attitude. Telli’s vocals cut through the room—sharp, defiant, and full of grit—while her guitar work added layers of edge and emotion. What started as an early crowd quickly turned into an engaged, responsive wave of faces locked in, vibing, nodding, cheering.
A huge nod goes to Inertia Entertainment for making this show happen. Their commitment to bringing unique and powerful acts to the Toronto scene is exactly why nights like this are possible. Pairing Seraina Telli and Visions of Atlantis was a bold move—and it paid off.
By the time she left the stage, it didn’t feel like she had opened the night. It felt like she’d raised the bar. Seraina Telli brought color, courage, and chaos in the best way—and absolutely set the tone for everything that followed.
Then, the pirates arrived on stage, commanding their sailors. The atmosphere was meticulously prepared for their grand entrance.
Heave ho, ye land-bound souls, now gather ‘round,
For a storm of steel and sirens shook the ground.
With boots on deck and voices ablaze,
They summoned the sea in symphonic praise.
No compass nor map could chart that night—
It was thunder and magic, and pure delight!
From the first booming breath of “The Land of the Free,” the crowd was instantly swept aboard the Visions of Atlantis voyage—a sonic odyssey where theatrical power met heart-pounding metal. Clémentine Delauney and Michele Guaitoli were more than vocalists—they were captains steering a ship carved from symphonic fire, dual harmonies crashing like waves against the hull of our expectations.
Clementine, the Pirate Queen, with her siren’s voice and storm-forged presence, doesn’t just sing—she enchants. Each lyric a whispered curse or a battle cry, she brings the spirit of the sea to life with a flick of her hand and fire in her gaze.
And Michele—aye, the true legend of the seven seas Meek—sings like a cannon roars. A true bard of the storm, he anchors each song with fearless grit and golden tone, a voice that could rally any crew to sail straight into thunder.
“To Those Who Choose to Fight” felt like a battle cry from an ancient realm, and “Monsters” snarled with wild, unrelenting energy. By the time “Heroes of the Dawn” arrived, voices in the crowd were raised high—some in awe, some in harmony, all enchanted.
The set flowed like a journey across realms—dreamy waterscapes with “Where the Sky and Ocean Blend” and crystalline melancholy in “Clocks,” both anchored by precise, evocative instrumentation from Christian Douscha on guitar, Herbert Glos on bass, and the fierce rhythmic pulse of Thomas Caser behind the drums.
“Legion of the Seas” and “Tonight I’m Alive” brought dramatic urgency, conjuring images of cannon fire, lost stars, and haunted ships. Every note struck like a blade.
“Hellfire” ignited the mid-set with explosive intensity before plunging us into the abyss with “The Dead of the Sea” and the hauntingly immersive “Underwater.” There was no letting up—the pacing was flawless, from the mysticism of “Magic of the Night” to the proud, swelling anthem “Pirates Will Return,” which nearly tore the roof off.
As if conjuring ghosts of heartbreak and rebellion, “Melancholy Angel” closed the main set with staggering emotional weight—an unexpected dagger through the heart.
But ah, the encore. That glorious encore.
“Master the Hurricane” crashed in with tidal force, all theatrical grandeur and spine-tingling might. And just when we thought the ship had sailed, “Armada” emerged like a final thunderclap—bold, defiant, and utterly unforgettable.The sails were raised, and the storm took hold.
Each note hit like iron against the mast, each chorus stirred the deck beneath our feet.
This wasn’t a crowd—it was a crew.
And if you missed it… you’ll never truly know what sailed through the night.
The pirates came, and the sea answered.
Visions of Atlantis made the tides rise, and we’ll be singing the echoes ‘til the next ship docks.
Catch the Tide or be lost to it.
