Glitter and Doom.
Greg Puciato@ The Dillinger Escape Plan
Photography by Niels Vinck
So glad I’m seeing these again tomorrow.
The Dillinger Escape Plan
A Day to Remember
So Mastodon was last night at the Bristol O2 Academy.
It was good. It was very good. In fact it was so good, that when I say ‘It was good’, I legitimately mean, it was entirely, all-and-all, 140% good.
Red Fang and The Dillinger Escape Plan supported (as I have mentioned several times before).
Red Fang were brilliant. For a relatively unknown band, the rockers from Oregon put on a hell of an opening. Heavily bass drum driven, they couldn’t quite get the crowd going, but were met with a hearty applaud after each song. A great start to the night.
The Dillinger Escape Plan were disappointing to say the least. Now, this may be because I am not a fan of mathcore played live, but from the beginning of the set to the end it was not much else than a constant loud noise that hurt my soul and I could see in the faces in the people around me, was getting the crowd very agitated. Which is not necessarily a bad thing. Signs of a relatively large pit began showing in the middle of the crowd. Now I’m not putting down their musical talent. Not many guitarists can stand into the crowd and carry on shredding. And when I say standing into the crowd, he literally stepped over the barricade and stood on the shoulders of the people at the front. Their showmanship definitely made up for their music, in my opinion.
And finally, Mastodon.
The lights dimmed, the crowd roared and the stage was bathed in sickly green light. And the opening snare drum roll of Dry Bone Valley drowned out the noise of the crowd. The lighting rig exploded in crimson. And their they were, the heroes of hundreds standing there before them. It was a hell of an opening, and an amazing sign of the hurricane to come. Now when I found out I’d be going to see them play, I thought to myself that they’d only play the majority of their latest album The Hunter, for about an hour or so. I couldn’t have been more wrong. After bursting into Black Tongue, they took us on a tour of every album they’ve ever done. Playing favourites from their vast back catalog, including, Iron tusk, Where strides the Behemoth, Crack they Skye, Circle Of Cysquatch and many more. The songs that got the biggest reaction were probably Curl of the Burl, inciting a mass sing-a-long. And by far the most impressive, the opening riff of Blood and Thunder, which immediately started a huge pit right across the length of the tiny venue. After almost 2 and a half hours of mind bending chords, heart stopping beats and lung eviscerating vocals, the lights again went dim. The band left the stage and the crowd began chanting. And over the PA, the odd intro to The Creature Lives faded in and one by one, the band returned to the stage, but accompanied by most of the members from the supporting acts. And pretty much everyone in the crowd sang their heart out. It was an amazing end to an amazing gig. This was the first time I’ve ever seen them live, and it definitely won’t be the last.
- The flair of the John Sherman, Red Fang’s drummer.
- Greg Puciato, DEP’s vocalist destroying the drum kit at the end of their closing song.
- Brent Hinds making drinking a cup of tea on stage look cool.
- Troy Sanders’ incredible front man and bass playing combination is second to none.
- Brann Dailor’s closing words.
- Did I sayMastodon?
- The security were by far the biggest cunts I’ve ever experienced at a gig before. They were serious ass wipes.
- The whole gig was seriously over booked. Not really a bad point, as it made the atmosphere more energetic. But fuck, was it packed.
- Leaving my camera in my bag so I couldn’t take pictures. Derp
So that’s it. That’s all I’ve got to say on the subject. Now I’m going to go close my eyes and watch the light and laser display burned into my retinas.
Thanks for reading :)
At the end of the day, I am jealous.