South Arcade

The old-fashioned term “live wire” certainly applies to Harmony Cavelle. She’s the stage animal, the showstopper, and above all, the vocal powerhouse of South Arcade, which expertly plows through the Landgraaf meadow. It’s moshing, moshing, and more moshing as the Oxford quartet revives that good old nu-metal era, complete with matching stage outfits: band T-shirts, three-quarter-length pants, and skate shoes. As soon as they kick off their set, you might think of Avril Lavigne or Papa Roach, but above all, you think: I have to rush to the front right now, as fast as lightning.