I'm gonna post my little review of the show here real quick as well. If you don't know those mentioned (Some of you do.I'm R.lee by the way, emperor hoodie, long hair that went short when I took it off
with the loud group between Peter and Mikael) just ignore it. Less of a review and more of a rant but peruse it at your will. I'm going to bed, just had to get this out while it's all fresh. (Was originally sent out over a local message board).
Excuse the obscenities, they are not my norm at all but they are well-fitting to what I'm about to post.
I suppose I'll sate your curiosity first. I hate cunts. This isn't going to be my normal, almost poetic like review format. I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm angry and I nearly died tonight.
Opeth, Jaxx Night Club, filled to capacity. And a fucking cunt with her elbow in my solar plexus. Anyone been in a flesh-wall at a death metal concert? You get compacted. SMASHED> Know what happens when there's a pointy NUB in your gut when you get smashed? You can't intake air. God fucking bless Opeth for having the love they do for clean parts, if they didn't the crowd would never have stopped pressing forward and bouncing and I wouldn't have gotten air. I passed out twice during Leper Affinity, Once during Advent that I know of and atleast 3 other times throughout the night. BLoody oxygen. And god forbid I ask the little cuntrag in her old navy performance fleece to kindly move her elbow out of the "instant kill" position. The final straw was during Deliverance, which is..hmm, CHino...10 minutes? And very heavy. Was about the 9th time I'd asked her to move her elbow, I'm a pacifist and I'd rather find a work around then be hostile.
Guess who was too inconvenienced to rest her bloody arms by her side?
I don't know if you were paying any attention to what happened Chino but during Deliverance I turned blue and probably wouldn't have had a very happy rest of the night. Chris and Jared got me in time. And I did something completely against everything I believe in. I turned, said excused me and backhanded the girl twice in the face. Hard. Made her bleed. Didn't have too much trouble after that.
Know what else is inconsiderate? Wearing a fucking spiked belt at a concert. How lovely it is to have one of those dig into your spine for an hour and 124 minutes.
Blah.
The review.
Standing in the cold sucks...Opeth doesn't. It was worth it, I suppose. The Slotnick Mobile's great plan of leaving at 2:30 to get super great spots for us failed miserably. Guess who pulled in as we did at 6:05? Mmmhmm. Got lost in bum-fuck virginia. Well, we get in and it was a pleasant experience hearing Brave again. Excellent band, excellent vocalist and violinist. R.Lee smiled.
Then tapping the vein hit the stage. And was ridiculed and blasted. I enjoyed them, live they seem kinda ambient and I got a kick out of it. Her attitude was stellar, same response to the assholes I have "Who the fuck's on stage? Yeah? Until you are shut your bloody mouth". She was also ill. I'd put up with even less crap from meat-head, beer drinking, washed up 80's thrashers if I was sick. I yelled at the end to "feel better" and atleast got a smile out of her.
Hmmm. SO we syand, and stand and wait....then! We stand. Hmm...Paradise Lost. I was like "A-woo, got some good doom metal going on now. ONe of the real katatonia contenders a long while ago." And now they sound like a lincoln park/rammstein hybrid. The first song they played was old, and I rejoiced. Boy did I rejoice. The second song was VERY Rammstein, I rejoiced as well, just not as much, though I liked it alot. Then whatever they did on this last album came out of the Billy Idol-look-a-like's mouth and my jaw dropped. How such a stellar band became such boring, droning, repetive CRAP is beyond me. Stick to playing the old stuff, for god's sake. Yeah, you cut the nasal-ultra-soprano and rapping but you also cut the doom metal sound and replaced it with a (I hate using this term) bloody nu metal one. Without the doom foundation around it your just whining...for 50 FUCKING minutes. Lacuna Coil, I'd like to smack your agent for not being able to get you overseas. Letting these guys ruin my good opinion of them AND angering me to the point of very loud and odd frustrated noises. "This is our last song" "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, FINALLY!" And my spirits lifted. Until they played THREE MORE SONGS!!! GOD! I gues it was a "we're "done" clap and yell our named and we'll do our already scheduled encore...Oh, noones clapping, chanting or doing anything but glaring. KEEP PLAYING BOYS! THREE MORE OF THE SAME'S just *GOTTA* WIN 'EM OVER!" Damn Brits. At the end this kid was like "PLAY SOME MORE!" and I turned around and went "GOD NO!" And he looked hurt. Now we see which band all the spikey haired, chains and wallets, "witty" anti-social comment t-shirt wearing folk came to see. Blech.
I will spare you the rehashing of my opening paragraph to tell you about Opeth's set and say one thing: WHat I was fucking concious for was stellar. They played everything perfectly. The 4 songs I remember VERY clearly were The Drapery Falls (I made myself stay concious and fighting for that one because it's very special to the person i was with) (not chino), Godheads Lament (was enxt and is my favorite Opeth tune), Bleak (later on, my second favorite Opeth tune) and Demon of the Fall, the encore which is the one Opeth song I know vocally like the back of my hand. I adire what I saw of the set. Dspite nearly dying I had a good time. Had friends, food, gwen and Opeth. Incorprate shrooms into the equation and you'd have my heaven.
