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Opeth – Trusts Arena, 14 November 2025: Review & Photo Gallery

It has been eight long years since the mighty Opeth have played live in New Zealand, the outstanding show at Powerstation still etched in the memory of many a fan.

Originally scheduled to perform at the Auckland Town Hall, the change of venue to Trusts Arena due to the high demand for tickets irked more than a few attendees, with people’s original seats being amended and a general admission standing section being relegated to behind the sound desk.

However, when Opeth stepped out onto the stage last night, all qualms were forgotten.

To open the evening in style Aotearoa’s own Pull Down the Sun, a trio from Whanganui who crafted an incredible set of atmospheric post-Metal.

Headed by Koert Wegman whose vocals live were worthy of the international stage, tracks from their debut album Of Valleys and Mountains, certainly made it the perfect start to the evening.

Following a small intermission, the lights soon dimmed, anticipation crackling through the attendees as Opeth’s name appeared on the giant screen behind the band.

Standing front and centre vocalist Mikael Åkerfeldt, guitar in hand and hat on head. Flanking him were of course bassist Martin Mendez and Fredrik Åkesson, and to round it out, Waltteri Väyrynen on drums and keyboardist Joakim Svalberg.

A sonic wave swept over the arena, spotlights penetrating the thin haze of smoke, as §1 made it ridiculously hard for those in the seated section to not jump to their feet with elation.

Whoops and cheers rang out as the band made light work of the track from their latest offering The Last Will and Testament released last year.

The album marked a return of harsher vocals and is Opeth’s first concept album since 1999’s Still Life, and the show last night offered fans a chance to experience some of the songs live for the first time, and judging by the unified head banging going on which made for a sight not often seen in New Zealand, it was certainly being well received.

Straight into Master’s Apprentices and the palette for the room changed to one of blue, the chugging rhythms and blast beats courtesy of Väyrynen punching through the smoke, red lighting soon turning the colour scheme to one of ominous violet.

One thing is for sure – as Åkerfeldt suddenly tossed his hat to the side of stage – is that his vocals were still very much on point, even over three decades down the line.

While it is impossible to know how the performance sounded from every point in the room, for the front sections at least it was an auditory smorgasbord, the accompanying visuals that veered from blood red etched lines to scenes of a darkened forest only adding to the overall feel.

Switching from melodic to guttural growling with ease, Åkerfeldt also never misses an opportunity to have a little fun with his admirers. Speaking to the crowd for the first time during the set he declared it was nice to be back in the home of Machine Head, his tongue in cheek poke at the way most Americans pronounce Auckland sounding very much like Oakland.

Song requests shouted out were quickly batted away with one-liners, Åkerfeldt not afraid to tell them to shut up as he delivered another quip about standing in a bar while jet lagged and thinking about Metallica’s Kill Em All album.

Announcing that he was quite proud of the fact that he could state that Opeth were indeed all the way from Sweden this time (Australian shows featuring after New Zealand for once) and how long the flight was, he went on to declare that everything was being played completely live, except for the narration by Ian Anderson, which everyone was about to hear over the PA as Opeth launched into §7.

Those who are particular fans of the Prog-Metallers were soon salivating as the trio of The Devil’s Orchard, To Rid the Disease – which saw Svalberg rise to the occasion on keys – and of course the massive The Grand Conjuration with that instantly recognisable intro pummelled them in quick succession. The latter seeing many in the seated sections jump to their feet momentarily as the excitement on hearing the juggernaut of a track overcame them.

Evil Åkerfeldt declared with a wry smile.

Taking the opportunity once again for a chat, he went on to explain that he had hit the wrong button as they were using new stuff, which prompted a tech to come running over who was then quickly dismissed with a No, sorry, I’m ok.

Åkerfeldt declaring that he was getting old and was therefore allowed to be a little grumpy (especially when the airlines lose your luggage) but that he and the rest of the band were genuinely grateful to those that had come out and that despite everything he was very happy to be there.

Once again showcasing their latest album, §3 was a triumphant display of musicians who have honed their craft into perfection. Guitar solos that were so sharp that they sliced the air, bass lines that were voluptuous, and of course Väyrynen on drums who was impeccable.

With fourteen studio albums under their belt, it would be impossible to select a set list that is going to make every fan happy, but last nights was certainly not to be sneered at.

Returning to their 2005 album Ghost Reveries once again, Ghost of Perdition had the standing section losing their minds, the just over ten minute opus saturating the room, and plastering a grin of pleasure over the faces of everyone.

All good things must come to an end however and even though it felt too soon, Opeth were moving into their last for the night.

Returning to 2002 they finished with the title track to their album Deliverance, and for many it was the icing on the cake, as Åkerfeldt once again displayed his absolute prowess on not only the guitar but vocally.

The debate over why the show was seated and for what reason will likely rage on for some time – with both pros and cons being pointed out by many attendees.

But what everyone will be sure to agree on, Opeth laid down an evening of exceptional quality and one that will not soon be forgotten. As Åkerfeldt would unashamedly say, they were fucking great!

Sarah Kidd

Photography by Mark Derricutt

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