here is my review
tried to translate, and I had to simplify some parts of the hungarian version
the first two sentense is about a crappy hungarian band, that played before nvrmr
photos later... (this week
)
"Nevermore Is Metal
Worn-out, out-of-date, Balkan hard rock, which wasn't the best in its own era too. Everybody is at the Main Stage, the remaining few will fall asleep immediately anyway. It's so dusty and old, that even the ventilators on the side of the tent slow down.
With a pretty much contrast, Nevermore bursts onto the stage. I see them for the fifth time, but theyre a kind of band that I would be able to look in a weekly basis. The classic Nevermore members are standing on the left side of the stage - the band's old-time friend, Tim Johnston plays on bass instead of Jim Sheppard, who is a funny and kind guy, but Seattle Zorro is missing very much from the band (mostly when I realize that the band is opening with Medicated Nation). In the role of of Steve Smyth, it's Chris Broderick guitargodding for some time by the side of Jeff. The guy is wearing his guitar close to his neck like a loose scarf, but he is really pleasant for the female eyes...
Nothing shows better, that a musician starts growing old, when he is ready to go on stage in an undershirt and some growing belly: Warrel Danes new look now reminds me more like a car mechanic from Maine than his few-year-earlier self. But despite the new hair color, his voice is the same old one. As I remember it's his best performance among the ones I've seen, hes singing almost perfect, and hes jumping up and down just like a kid in the school gym. Funny.
The setlist is pretty varied - of course its nonsense to put everybodys favorite into a festival setlist, but there are some surprises: Deconstruction and No More Will from the DNB album, which is possibly not really known by the younger fans, but the older ones hearts surely break a little.
Jeff brings his monster - eh, how beautiful is that guitar! But of course the main thing is its sound. My chin is knocking on the floor many times, and I'm murmuring a prayer to clone Jeff and send copies of him to each and every countries to teach the young guitar players, how to PLAY. ("One Jeff for every household!")
Chris doesnt play many solos, but I dont mind, we may take delight in his muscles instead.
Its obvious, that the "Nevermore-feeling" tops during the perfect River Dragon, Narcosynthesis with its "clockwork rhytms", the snake-dancing I Voyager, or Enemies Of Reality - which has the perfect chunk-chunk-chunk rhytm, a trademark for Nevermore. When they started to play these songs, it was even painful for me to stay standing still. I would like to bang my head and move (or dance), the only obstacle is that I'm watching the whole set from an unusual place (but it's usual for me). I'm as close to the band as possible - sitting right in front of the stage, in the press area, just a cocktail glass is missing for the total comfort.
They play the song Born from their last album with that hymnical chorus - this will slowly turn into another Nevermore classic.
And here is something I'm telling for a looong-looong time: Van Williams is one of the most underrated drummers of the metal scene. I want a concert where I can watch him and only him as he plays on the drums: hes a shockingly spectacular player, his moves are dancing above his drumkit. If you are looking or the secret recipes of Nevermore well, one of them are the memorable drum themes.
And then, I want another show, where I can watch only the guitar solos with normal speed, and then half speed.
They seemed to be a bit tired, but on the stage they moved totally Nevermore-ish. And finally, they don't show the "we are angry rockstars" face, theyre smiling a lot, which brings much more feelings to the concert, even if their music is not the smiling type.
What always can makes me feel good, is The Godless Endeavor. This song is the pure essence of Nevermore (even though we can sing weee aaare the enemies of realityyyy on one part of it). In this song they have everything that defines the band: poetic pain, groove, unique melodies, dynamics, riffs that cause adrenaline-rush, mountains of emotions, calculated chaos, plus a shredder guitar solo which causes erection for all young guitarist-wannabes.
And then they have songs that could break anybody's heart: Believe In Nothing, Who Decides, The Heart Collector and No More Will (how could they close the show with this? Its a torture!) These four songs deepen the scars into my soul, and although I feel actually perfect, I want nothing just to fall into the Sun with eyes wide open. Because nothing makes sense anymore:what could make sense after a Nevermore show? (I know, I know Im pathetic again.)"
tried to translate, and I had to simplify some parts of the hungarian version
the first two sentense is about a crappy hungarian band, that played before nvrmr
photos later... (this week
)"Nevermore Is Metal
Worn-out, out-of-date, Balkan hard rock, which wasn't the best in its own era too. Everybody is at the Main Stage, the remaining few will fall asleep immediately anyway. It's so dusty and old, that even the ventilators on the side of the tent slow down.
With a pretty much contrast, Nevermore bursts onto the stage. I see them for the fifth time, but theyre a kind of band that I would be able to look in a weekly basis. The classic Nevermore members are standing on the left side of the stage - the band's old-time friend, Tim Johnston plays on bass instead of Jim Sheppard, who is a funny and kind guy, but Seattle Zorro is missing very much from the band (mostly when I realize that the band is opening with Medicated Nation). In the role of of Steve Smyth, it's Chris Broderick guitargodding for some time by the side of Jeff. The guy is wearing his guitar close to his neck like a loose scarf, but he is really pleasant for the female eyes...
Nothing shows better, that a musician starts growing old, when he is ready to go on stage in an undershirt and some growing belly: Warrel Danes new look now reminds me more like a car mechanic from Maine than his few-year-earlier self. But despite the new hair color, his voice is the same old one. As I remember it's his best performance among the ones I've seen, hes singing almost perfect, and hes jumping up and down just like a kid in the school gym. Funny.
The setlist is pretty varied - of course its nonsense to put everybodys favorite into a festival setlist, but there are some surprises: Deconstruction and No More Will from the DNB album, which is possibly not really known by the younger fans, but the older ones hearts surely break a little.
Jeff brings his monster - eh, how beautiful is that guitar! But of course the main thing is its sound. My chin is knocking on the floor many times, and I'm murmuring a prayer to clone Jeff and send copies of him to each and every countries to teach the young guitar players, how to PLAY. ("One Jeff for every household!")
Chris doesnt play many solos, but I dont mind, we may take delight in his muscles instead.
Its obvious, that the "Nevermore-feeling" tops during the perfect River Dragon, Narcosynthesis with its "clockwork rhytms", the snake-dancing I Voyager, or Enemies Of Reality - which has the perfect chunk-chunk-chunk rhytm, a trademark for Nevermore. When they started to play these songs, it was even painful for me to stay standing still. I would like to bang my head and move (or dance), the only obstacle is that I'm watching the whole set from an unusual place (but it's usual for me). I'm as close to the band as possible - sitting right in front of the stage, in the press area, just a cocktail glass is missing for the total comfort.
They play the song Born from their last album with that hymnical chorus - this will slowly turn into another Nevermore classic.
And here is something I'm telling for a looong-looong time: Van Williams is one of the most underrated drummers of the metal scene. I want a concert where I can watch him and only him as he plays on the drums: hes a shockingly spectacular player, his moves are dancing above his drumkit. If you are looking or the secret recipes of Nevermore well, one of them are the memorable drum themes.
And then, I want another show, where I can watch only the guitar solos with normal speed, and then half speed.
They seemed to be a bit tired, but on the stage they moved totally Nevermore-ish. And finally, they don't show the "we are angry rockstars" face, theyre smiling a lot, which brings much more feelings to the concert, even if their music is not the smiling type.
What always can makes me feel good, is The Godless Endeavor. This song is the pure essence of Nevermore (even though we can sing weee aaare the enemies of realityyyy on one part of it). In this song they have everything that defines the band: poetic pain, groove, unique melodies, dynamics, riffs that cause adrenaline-rush, mountains of emotions, calculated chaos, plus a shredder guitar solo which causes erection for all young guitarist-wannabes.
And then they have songs that could break anybody's heart: Believe In Nothing, Who Decides, The Heart Collector and No More Will (how could they close the show with this? Its a torture!) These four songs deepen the scars into my soul, and although I feel actually perfect, I want nothing just to fall into the Sun with eyes wide open. Because nothing makes sense anymore:what could make sense after a Nevermore show? (I know, I know Im pathetic again.)"
