Hanabie.: 24 Hours in Cleveland
A Detour Between Japan Chapters
In the middle of working through my 2025 Japan trip, I’m going to take a short detour. A quick 24-hour trip to Cleveland, Ohio. A city that, if I’m being honest, I could only associate with the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and not much else, but somehow, even here, Japan still found its way into the story.

I’m a huge metal fan. Genre doesn’t really matter, I can usually find something I like anywhere. A few years ago, I stumbled into BABYMETAL completely by accident. Kawaii metal, yes, it’s exactly what it sounds like. Japanese idols singing and dancing over a full metal band while double bass drums hit you square in the chest. It’s absurd, brilliant and sent me down a rabbit hole I didn’t expect.
Somewhere along the way, I found Hanabie..
Formed in Tokyo in 2015, Hanabie. blends metalcore, hardcore, fashion and J-pop energy into something that they have now dubbed Harajuku-core. Unlike BABYMETAL, they write and perform their own music, guitar, bass, drums, everything. It’s aggressive, unpredictable, and somehow still kawaii. Yes, the period in their name is intentional, not a typo. It’s pronounced “Hana-bee-eh”, with that slight extra lift at the end that makes it feel Japanese instead of flattened English. The first live video I watched on YouTube was enough, I knew I needed to see them in person. The problem? They don’t tour the U.S. often. When they dropped a new set of tour dates in December and I saw Cleveland on the list, Friday, March 27th at the House of Blues Cleveland and that was it. No overthinking. Two stage-left balcony seats, purchased immediately.
Cold Air, Lake Erie and Lunch
In my head, Cleveland was a three-hour drive. It was not. It was closer to four and a half without even factoring stops. I think my brain stopped at Toledo and just called it good. Still, easy morning, smooth drive. We pulled into the hotel around 2:30, checked in, and made a quick plan, lakefront, lunch, back in time to reset before the show.

I grabbed the Ricoh GRIIIx, and we stepped out into a 36-degree Cleveland afternoon. Cold, but bright. I’d like to add that I’ve never been a compact camera person, I don’t really even enjoy using my phone for pictures. I like to feel the weight and presence of a camera hanging from a strap. It makes whatever I’m doing feel intentional, like I’m out to shoot. I’m also trying to simplify things a bit, lighter gear and trusting jpgs instead of dealing with piles of raw files once I get home. Even more practically, not walking into a concert venue looking like I’m about to document a war. For this trip, it paid off. The jpgs I shot came out fantastic, especially from a camera that can live in my front pocket and is effectively smaller than my phone. I’ll admit, I cheated a little for the concert and worked through the raw files but come on, these are shots from a camera designed for street photography with a 40mm equivalent lens taken from a balcony with a partially blocked view. More on that to come.



Cleveland, at least the slice of it we saw is genuinely beautiful. The architecture stands out immediately. Older buildings with real detail, not just glass and steel boxes. A gothic church sat directly across from our hotel ringing its bells every 15 minutes like there weren’t people trying to sleep across the street. We walked down toward the lake, caught a glimpse of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame behind construction fencing, and let the wind off Lake Erie remind us it was still very much winter no matter what the calendar might say. Lunch was at Winking Lizard Tavern, a name that sounds like a joke but takes its beer list very seriously. Food was solid, nothing life-changing, but the beer selection was the real draw. I ordered a Destihl Brewery Blueberry Crumble, which somehow tasted exactly like a blueberry muffin in liquid form. It shouldn’t have worked as well as it did. But it did.


Deathcore, Goblins and Hanabie. Delivers
We made it to the venue around 6:30. The House of Blues Cleveland hits that sweet spot, large enough to feel like an event, small enough to stay intimate. Our only miss was the balcony placement. Stage left sounded great in theory, but a rail partially blocked the view. Not a dealbreaker, just one of those things you’d adjust if you had a second chance.
The opener was Enterprise Earth, straight deathcore, heavy and technical, with a frontman who clearly enjoys the crowd as much as the music. The standout moment wasn’t even on stage, he mentioned he’d be at the merch booth after the show meeting fans. That kind of accessibility still impresses me.

Next up was Nekrogoblikon.
If you walk into this one blind, it’s an experience. Melodic death metal… fronted in part by a guy dressed as a goblin. Not metaphorically. Fully committed goblin costume. Their whole identity leans into this bizarre, theatrical energy they’ve branded as “goblin metal.” It’s chaotic, crude in the best way, and incredibly tight musically. They even collaborated with Reel Big Fish, which immediately earned them credibility in my book. It just works, they put on a hell of a show.

And then Hanabie.
Every once in a while, expectations and reality line up perfectly. This was one of those times. Yukina walks on stage and doesn’t look like someone about to tear a room apart, until she opens her mouth. She somehow produces a voice that feels physically impossible for her size. The contrast is almost disorienting, her scream cuts through everything, sharp and controlled, then flips into clean vocals without losing intensity. Matsuri absolutely shreds without overplaying, threading technical riffs through songs that are already shifting styles mid-measure. Hettsu locks everything down with a low end you don’t just hear, you feel it in your chest. In the back, Chika is just grinning while casually dismantling the drum kit like she’s having the best time in the room. It’s tight and fun in a way a lot of metal forgets how to be and they look like they’re genuinely enjoying it. That energy feeds the room, and by the time their set wrapped, there wasn’t really a question.



10/10 show, no notes.
We came to Cleveland for a show and left with more than that. A city that surprised me, a venue that delivered, and a band that absolutely lived up to the hype. If Hanabie. comes back through the U.S., I won’t hesitate. Next time, though… I might aim for center balcony.