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| Oct. 8th, 2009 | 12:05 am | ||||||
Tracedawn are sweet but have some growing up to do. Metsatöll rock out with their...bagpipes out. Ensiferum are gods in kilts. That is all. I leave you with a picture of the Metsatöll frontman, Markus "Rabapagan" Teeäär, and his very impressive facial hair. |
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| Dec. 18th, 2005 | 10:57 am | ||||||
Woo. So. Cradle. My god. Ready? Yeah. Here we go... Get dropped off outside Rock City at ten-ta-seven (ish) and...my god. The queue. Round the fucking BLOCK. Like, three times (at LEAST) the length of the one for Wednesday. Well, not too much of a surprise. I mean, it's Cradle! Hara and Amika get there at seven, after a rather amusing game of 'Can you see us yet?' '...nope.' 'Can you see us yet?' 'Yes, yes!' 'So where ARE you?' '...behind you. You just walked straight fucking past me. :P' So, after much waiting and shuffling forwards in line, we get there. And fuck, but it's nice and warm in there. Bloody freezing outside! (And me just in Mother Of Abominations shirt an' fishnets.) So, yeah. We wait, like, half-an-hour for Octavia to get onstage. And my god. They're...well...the frontwoman is everything I want to be. She's damn beautiful, thin, amazing voice, gorgeous lyrics...and the keyboardist, she's...wow. Backup vocals, too, and they've both got stunning voices, and my GOD I want to be them SO FUCKING MUCH. Jeezus. So, about half way through their set, a streaker runs on stage XD Now, I'd forgotten it was the last date of the tour, which means (of course) that Cradle are going to screw with their opening act. Well, duh. So, this bloke runs out on stage, three balloons in front, three behind. Bloody hilarious. He dances around for a bit, then wanders off. Frontwoman, smiling ruefully, just says "Yeah, that's what you get when you tour with Cradle of Filth. Thanks, guys!" So, after Octavia are done, we wait around for another half-hour (I think. Wasn't really, you know, lookin' at me watch), pass the time by trying to remember what everyone's doing for their GCSEs. Weird, ne? So, Cathedral show up. Now, their frontman? Fucknuts, I swear. Like an older version of Bert McCracken, without the emo. Very, very, VERY gay, Gives the mic a blowjob. Twice. And looks like he's enjoying it. XD Hangs himself on the mic cord halfway through a song about Matthew Hopkins (Witchfinder General, fer those who don't know). S'a good song. Screamin' 'BURN! BURN! BURN!' refrain. Nice. Their guitarist was weird, though. I mean, he just stood there for the whole set, stiff as fuck ('part from his fingers, which, believe me, were fucking TALENTED), not really moving. Odd. So, anyway. We wait for FUCKING AGES for Cradle to show, remembering the conversation we had at Wednesday, and applying the same to Dani. Well, c'mon. Have you SEEN the way he looks at Adrian! I swear... So, finally, they show. And my god...just...oh GOD. It was amazing. Gilded Cunt, and screaming along, and DANIDANIDANI and I SWEAR he looked straight at me, and oh GOD I'm such a fangirl (and I've finally figured out how to do the growly-bits), and oh GOD Born in a Burial Gown and Her Ghost In The Fog and Uuuuuuunh. And for all the singles they had the videos playing behind them - Babylon AD, and Nymphetamine, and Dani stands at the front and says 'So, this is my last chance to gob my mouth off...' and he dedicates it to Toni (so sweet, I swear) and his voice breaks when he screams 'COME ON' and that is the SWEETEST thing I have ever heard and I have all these six-foot skinheads slamming into my back and I have SO many bruises and they give us TWO encores - and the last one? From the Cradle to En-fucking-slave! And it's beautiful, I swear. Just...my god. I love him so much. I love THEM so much. All hail the Prince of Darkness, for he is the greatest of us all. |
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| Nov. 6th, 2005 | 11:53 am | ||||||
Weeeeeednesdaaaaay 13! Best fookin' night of me life. New and improved, folks! Stood outside in the cold for a few minutes, then stood around for an hour (doors opened at 7, Send More Paramedics played at 8, then Wednesday 13 came on at 9). Amused myself by playing with Hara's hair. XD Apparently, Laura Cutts (shudder) was there, but we didn't see her (thank GOD). So, after Slayer and 'tallica songs on the PA (awesome, mate), Send More Paramedics come on. They're Zombie-core, which makes me go :/ anyway...but, well, open-minded, 'cause they've got to be good if they're supporting Wednesday, right? Um, well, no, actually. Frontman: sad attempt at a mohawk, doing the Gene Simmons blood-capsule thing, leering and gurning and spitting fake blood into the crowd and onto his hands. Obviously enjoying himself, with a lot of energy, but looking a bit of a prat, to be honest. Kinda OTT. The guitarist was fucking a, awesome shredding, nice makeup (blood-stained shirt. Yaay!), but a rather retarded-looking baseball cap. Couldn't really see much of the bassist, and the drummer...well, the drummer...was wearing this weird kinda-gimp-kinda-clown mask, black vinyl...very odd. And really fucking full of himself. All their songs sounded the same - well, they were ALL about BRAINS. Brains brains brains brains, and for a little bit of variety, more brains! Jeezus. Now we see why I don't like zombie-core. XD Anyway, they were only on for about 20 minutes, and everyone in the crowd was just like 'meh', except for, like, one girl behind me who was screaming and throwing horns and stuff. I think she came just to see them, actually. XDD So. We stand around for another 40 minutes, waiting for Wednesday. Cue the occasional 'Wednesday! Wednesday! Wednesday!' chant, mostly started by a group which encompassed two shirtless skinheads, a couple of short girls and a FDQ (Frankenstein Drag Queens, for the uninitiated) wannabe in a bright pink wig. XD So, to much screaming, Wednesday finally appear. You know straight away that it's gonna fucking ROCK, simply because of the looks on their faces. So, we're immediately surrounded by a wall of noise, the headbanging starting about three seconds into the first song. It's immediately obvious that this is Wednesday at their best, Kidkid and Piggy throwing themselves around, Wednesday's dreads flying around his face, his demonic screeching reverberating through us. The bass feels like a bullet to the gut, the drums like a heartbeat, and it's fucking BEAUTIFUL. There's only the briefest pause between songs, Wednesday throwing picks into the crowd, sometimes (ingeniously) introducing a song, e.g. 'I heard a rumour the other night. You wanna hear it? It's about your mom. Okay, well. I heard that...YOUR MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN HELL!' Cue screaming, horns, and wailing guitars as we crash into said song. About a quarter of the way through the gig, said previously mentioned drag queen screams 'I LOVE YOU!', to mass hilarity, and actually pulls a smile outta Wednesday (a feat in itself, or so it seems). There's something to be said for screaming 'I want you...DEAD! DEAD! DEAD!' along with the crowd, with the filthy dreads of the girl in front of you whipping your face, the chains on the trousers of the girl sitting on her boyfriend's shoulders clanking against your head, the elbows of whoever-the-fuck is behind you smashing into your head, the skinheads next to you slamming into you from all angles...yeah. It's fookin' awesome. So, after...what? 8 songs? They wander off stage, to mass screams and hysteria. The 'Wednesday! Wednesday!' chant starts up again. Of course, they come back. Three encores - all of which are sung, religiously, by the crowd (including me). They mostly played the well-known stuff, but there was a brand new song as well as a couple of the really old ones. Good mix, if you ask me. (Which no-one is.) Wednesday tells us all to shut up at one point, then announces proudly that the band have been together for a year this week, pointing out his bandmates, telling us all how much he loves them. Yes, Wednesday, we KNOW. Hara and I, before they came on: 'Eh, he's probably out back smoking.' 'Or, you know, just blowing his guitarist'. '...Yes, that's actually more likely'. Guess who said what XD 'I like to say fuck' - Wednesday says it. Fuck. Like a holy word. It's a wonderful word, isn't it? A universal word. All you have to do it say it, and hold your middle finger up like this. And we do. And screaming 'I like to say FUUUUUCK!' is just the most wonderful thing in the world. Oh yes. Before the last song (Bad Things), Wednesday holds up one hand, and says 'This is our last song of the evening, guys...we gotta go! Oh, and don't take this personally, Nottingham...but I want bad things to happen to EVERY ONE OF YOU!' And we fall into the last song, and it's just the best feeling in the world. I don't wanna forget a fucking moment of it. Ever. God, but I love those guys. |
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