Marilyn Manson’s finest work was instrumental in getting the world to trust him.
A minimal electronic buzz is the skeletal soul that the rest of the album mystically wraps around – in search of a full acoustic body. Unfortunately, it takes a bit too long to come to life.
I had sworn to see them one last time. I only had one chance left. There was no way I was going to let this one slide, however slippery the champagne soaked floor was.
This show was going to be the seventh time that I saw Clutch, making them the band I had seen more than any other. Shouldn’t I be sick of them by now?
The Darkness came to announce that Easter is cancelled. But not to worry. They would make sure that that at Christmas, they wouldn’t let the bells end.
Machine Head themselves have since referred to this concert as ‘Beer-Gate’. As much as I like to say “I was there on the night when…”, I could probably have chosen a better night to see Machine Head. I can’t complain though. I hadn’t even intended going at all.
I had visited the Tate Modern earlier that day. A word of warning: if you can’t stomach that kind of thing, drone metal probably won’t be your cup of tea either.
Melt-Banana is just the kind of sonic havoc that I find irresistible, and I’m not sure why. Actually, that might be it. It’s so ridiculous and enthralling because I haven’t got a clue what the band are doing on stage to create such an onslaught of noise.
Slipknot have no problem replacing their band members with masks.
Did Static-X really just get away with replacing their deceased frontman with someone dressed as him? I can’t really tell.