Iron Maiden / Airbourne, Glasgow SECC

Iron Maiden - Final Frontier
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

If there’s one thing you have to be careful of in the music world, it’s not having a support band that put on a better show than you. I’ve seen it happen – Pantera opening for Megadeth, Machine Head opening for SlayerAirbourne came very close to doing it with Iron Maiden this evening.

Not to say that Maiden’s set wasn’t spectacular (I’ll get to it in a moment), but Airbourne – quite simply – rocked. Immensely.

According to the ticket, they were due on stage at 19:30. By my watch, they kicked off a minute or two early while Gillian was having a chat with her mates outside and I was making impatient “will you hurry the **** up?!” gestures. What can I say? I like Airbourne. The lads had 45 minutes to warm the crowd up for the might Maiden, and they didn’t waste a second of it.

Track after track was played, applauded and then followed up with another. Given they only have two albums, a 45 minute set isn’t too hard for them to fill especially when there isn’t a single bad track on either LP. With the limited stage set and time, there weren’t any insane activities from lead singer/guitarist Joel, which was a shame, but didn’t really detract from a frenzied, active, loud, brash set.

Well done to them and I can’t wait to see them again.

And on to Maiden who had around two hours to fill once they took to the stage a little before 9pm. They opened with tour and album titler “The Final Frontier” (8:42) and plodded on into “El Dorado” (a shade under 7 minutes). “2 Minutes To Midnight” was a welcome relief and the crowd visibly and audibly erupted when the backdrop revealed the upcoming song. I could almost be unkind and say that people finally woke up… OK, I will. Up until this third song, I couldn’t see a single person around me bouncing, shouting, punching the air or singing. In fact, even applause after the first two songs was rather scant.

So, great, they’re onto the old stuff at last. Phew. Bruce even went as far as to say that the band had 14 other albums to take music from other than the new one. Good.

Then they launched into nine bloody minutes worth of “The Talisman” from The Final Frontier. Bloody hell. The crowd, again, died. A few people near me wandered off when the next track – “Coming Home” (thankfully comparatively short at under 6 minutes) kicked off. Whether they went home or to the bar, I don’t know.

Iron Maiden - Final Frontier
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

This is exactly what happened at Sonisphere last year and why I was so disappointed with them then. The Iron Maiden fan club (and a couple of other people) responded to my disparaging tweet on the night with “What do you expect from The Final Frontier tour?”. I’m at a live Maiden show, I don’t give a bugger what album they’ve just released. I expect a fast-paced show with a ton of classics, not almost half of the performance being taken up with slow, dirgy, rambling, boring songs I don’t know. yes, I have the album. No, I don’t like it. Listened to it, consigned it to the same pile as Virtual XI and Brave New World.

If you’re going to support a new album, don’t fill it with songs that are so long. I saw Judas Priest the night before and I know far less of their back catalogue. However, if a song came on I didn’t recognise then I only had to wait 3-4 minutes, enjoying the pretty lights, until the next track.

The show improved, however, with the backdrop swishing back to introduce “Dance of Death” (OK, another long-ish one at just under 9 minutes, but at least it’s a good song) then “The Trooper“. Awsome. “The Wicker Man”. OK, one of the better songs off a fairly weak album. “Blood Brothers”. Pretty much the only other good one.

Oh. Then nigh on ten minutes of “When The Wild Wind Blows”. I was asleep on my feet by the time this was halfway through.

The rest of the set was, thankfully, excellent. “The Evil That Men Do“, “Fear of the Dark”, “Iron Maiden”, “The Number of the Beast”, “Hallowed be Thy Name” and “Running Free“. Oh, and of course the appearance(s) of the Eddie.

However, it still galls that out of a 2-hour set we got almost 45 minutes of new material. That’s an average of nine minutes per flipping song. What else could they have filled some of that time with? I’m not going to list all the songs I’d rather have heard, but judging by the grumbling from around me at the gig and outside as the crowd filtered out I was by no means in the minority at missing out on some classic tunes in favour of long, rambling new ones.

In future, I think I’ll be basing my decision to see Maiden on the strength of the current album or by checking out playlists from earlier performances on the tour if it’s possible. And if the tickets are gone before then? Well, it’s money saved.

P.S. The only worse decision I can recall Iron Maiden making was actually at the first gig I ever saw them at. They were touring in support of the No Prayer For The Dying album despite it not having been released as yet. Precisely one song was available (the single, “Holy Smoke”) and yet they played a good handful off it. If my memory serves, these definitely included “Tailgunner” and “Mother Russia”, possibly others. They then played the exact same set a couple of months later when they re-toured larger venues after the album’s release.

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Judas Priest / Queensryche Glasgow SECC

Judas Priest
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

[79 pics of the nights in this Flickr set]

The first of two big nights at the SECC with Iron Maiden tomorrow. It’s almost like a mini-festival with comfier beds.

Tonight, though, Judas Priest with Queensryche and Rival Sons in support. We missed Rival Sons entirely and only made it in time to see maybe three songs by Queensryche. In honesty, I was never a fan and what little I saw of them was never going to sway me. They’re not bad… they just never grabbed me musically.

If memory serves, this is the third time I’ve seen Judas Priest live. The first was way back in the early 90’s on the Painkiller tour at Newcastle City Hall. I only got tickets as Annihilator were opening for them. I ended up front row for a very impressive gig by a band I knew about 3 songs by.

Next up was Graspop in 2008, coincidentally with Iron Maiden headlining one of the other nights. Here they put on a great show, but Rob Halford really looked like he was struggling.

Judas Priest
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

No such problems this evening. Once the annoying DJ stopped messing about (good music, but good grief… what a nutjob), the curtain dropped and Priest burst into life. A shame KK Downing had left the band but nobody could have any complaints about new member Richie Faulkner. Aside from being a bit younger than the rest, he fit right in and was note perfect. Well done, son.

I’ll admit to not being the biggest Priest fan. I know a couple of the really old numbers, but mainly I got into them around the time of Ram It Down. As such, I didn’t recognise some of the tracks, but it didn’t really matter. Sure, I enjoyed “Painkiller”, “Nostradamus” and “Blood Red Skies” that bit more but the show was powerful enough that even the handful of tracks I didn’t recognise were enjoyable enough.

A half dozen flash pots, some smoke stacks and a bunch of lasers were all that was needed alongside a nice big amplified rig. Halford doesn’t talk a lot to the crowd, but what he does say is nice enough – pointing out album covers, crediting the original writers of songs Priest have covered and so on. Even a drum solo towards the end didn’t dampen the crowd who really started to go mad past the halfway mark of the 2-hour show with a pit opening up. OK, so there were only about 10 people in it at the peak, but still…

Judas Priest
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

Two encores rounded off the evening, and of course the highlight was Breaking The Law”. I don’t think Halford sang a word of the first verse and chorus, leaving it to the audience to make the noise.

It’s a shame this is their last ever world tour, but at least we know there’s another album on the way and live dates will be forthcoming, though not on the scale of the past. In fairness to the guys, they’re all around the sixty mark and have been doing this for an incredible forty years. I hope I have that much energy when I get there. And that my beard mysteriously gains colour like Halford’s. Seriously, why isn’t his grey? No fair.

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Review: Dave Gorman Vs the Rest of the World

Dave Gorman Vs the Rest of the World: Limited Edition with Bowling VoucherDave Gorman Vs the Rest of the World by Dave Gorman
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Much as I like Dave Gorman, this is his weakest book to date. Not that it isn’t well-written, just that it’s a bit disjointed and not as “madcap” as his earlier works.

There just doesn’t seem to have the drive of Googlewhack of I’m Dave Gorman, probably as both of them had a deadline he was racing towards. This one is based around a series of meetings he had over some time which happen to have a common theme.

If there’s any build-up, it’s to the game he plays with one individual towards the end of the book who he corresponds with via email in the lead-up. This chapter is excellent, by far the best in the whole book, but it mainly stands out as it’s the most different.

The other pages are all about Dave meeting nice people, playing a game you may or may not have heard of and heading home again. It just doesn’t grab the reader the way his other works do.

It’s a shame as it is nicely written and Gorman’s got a good way with words, while being nicely honest about the foibles of those he meets.

If you need something you can pick up, blast through a chapter of and put down, knowing you won’t get a chance to read it again for a couple of days then it’s fine. The chapters are nicely standalone.

It would pass the time on the beach, and it did make me think how nice it would be to get involved in some kind of games again, too. Having said that, so did the Dungeons and Dragons episode of Community I just watched last night.

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Cavalera Conspiracy / Sylosis / Revoker – Glasgow Garage

Revoker
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

[More pics of the gig at these two Flickr sets – one for Revoker, one for Cavalera Conspiracy. Sorry, I didn’t get any of Sylosis]

I’ve got a whole slew of gigs coming up, but this one looked good due to a strong bill. Three decent bands for a moderately low door price, and at a venue with decent sound and security staff. We got there in time to catch most of Revoker’s set, and they were worth seeing. A lot of energy (well, except for the bassist) and I can see the guitarist running wild on a larger stage. They were, however, confined to a diddly bit at the front with the drums dangling off the left hand side.

I can pretty much forgive them being Welsh, they put on such a good show. There must have been around 200-250 people in the club to watch them and they did seem to go down well.

During the gap between bands, I went to the bar to get a second drink for the evening and was refused service… because I wasn’t wearing a wristband. Apparently these were being handed out to “everyone as they come in” and were being used to somehow count how many people were drinking. I looked around. At that point well less than half the number of people with a drink in their hand was wearing a wristband. Hell, Gillian had been served barely 30 minutes earlier and wasn’t wearing one.

So screw them. Rather than bugger about wandering downstairs and missing any of Sylosis I just kept my money in my wallet. I’ll do the same in future, too. The Wetherspoons over the road is cheaper, serves a wider variety of beers and doesn’t have any stupid ******* wristband policies. Your loss, Garage.

Sylosis used the same amount of stage as Revoker, and once more did a decent set. I swear I’ve seen them before – maybe Sonisphere last year? – and this time round was a short performance, I guess partly due to the early weeknight curfew. Short but sweet.

Just after 9pm and Cavalera Conspiracy took to the stage. If memory serves, this is the second time I’ve seen them. The first was at Graspop a couple of years ago when I got out of my face on Jäger and supermarket own-brand energy drink. A set full of old Sepultura tracks, some awesome pit action and being crowdsurfed to the bar at the end. To be fair, very little is going to live up to that.

Cavalera Conspiracy - Max and Igor
Image by Iain Purdie via Flickr

They were good, that has to be said. Tight, fun, and the band themselves seemed to be well up for the show. It’s still great to see the two brothers back together again after they parted company those years ago (I got one of the last interviews with them before the split, back when I was working for the university radio station).

As well as playing a decent smattering of tracks from both Inflikted and the newer Blunt Force Trauma, there was a decent number of what I guess now count as cover songs. One by Black Flag (“Six Pack”), four Sepultura numbers (“Refuse/Resist”, “Territory”, “Desperate Cry” and “Troops of Doom”) and – awesome! – a Nailbomb song (buggered if I can remember the title… sorry).

For me, this was the reason for going. I kind of like the new stuff, but I adore the older material. While I think Sepultura started to decline with the release of Chaos A.D. and really slip with Roots (my own opinion – too tribal for my tastes), their earlier albums to this day rank amongst my favourites of all time. “Troops of Doom” in particular is such a good live song with a rhythm and beat that any thrash band would kill for.

The crowd were a little lacklustre, and sadly that’s something I’m getting used to these days. A good track would start, the small (at least sparsely populated) pit would kick off… and last about a minute into the song. I have three theories:

  • The fans are getting older and less fit (myself included)
  • A large number had already buggered off to Sonisphere for the weekend
  • Nobody was drunk enough because the Garage weren’t selling beer to people who didn’t have a ******* wristband as they hadn’t been given one
The applause at the end was well earned. Gillian had gone to the gig not really knowing what to expect, but enjoyed all three bands. She even labelled Cavalera Conspiracy as one of the best acts she’s seen all year.
They were good… but given the gigs we have lined up before the new year (and Rammstein in February…), I can see the Brothers Cavalera being knocked down the chart sometime!
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Bridesmaids

By إبن البيطار (Own work) [GFDL (www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html) or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0 (www.creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia CommonsAnd a week after I saw it I finally do a blog post. Sorry about that. Things have been hectic with the end of term, extra-curricular activities, buying a car, moving house and so on. So without any further ado, the only film I had a chance to catch last week:

Bridesmaids

“I’ve seen better tennis playing in a tampon commercial.”

Plot-in-a-nutshell: aging spinster is chosen to be head bridesmaid for a friend’s wedding – a friend who has recently garnered a new “best friend” who tries that bit too hard to impress.

See it if you like: A bit of off-colour humour in an otherwise by-the-numbers rom-com.

Basically, this was the only film left that I’d not already seen. The trailers make it out to be The Hangover with fallopian tubes and in small segments, it’s getting there. However, overall it’s far closer to being a standard chick-centred rom-com, only with some bad language and fart (and **** and vomit) jokes thrown in.

As a result, it was actually a bit better than I expected but still had issues. It’s got quite the running length and, frankly, could have done with a bit of a pruning. A couple of scenes are uncomfortably annoying to watch, the joke in them being stretched that bit too long. Key amongst these is the scene where Annie (played by co-writer Kristen Wiig) discovers that her childhood friend Lillian (Maya Rudolph) has a new “best friend”, Whitney (Jessica St. Clair). Their back and forth attempts to get the last word in pass “humorous” after the second bout. By the fifth, it’s just plain annoying.

This is typical of a couple of the scenes, and it’s a shame. With a bit more judicious editing, the film could have been that bit better and those sliced segments would have bolstered a “director’s cut” on DVD.

The performances are pretty good across the board and it’s got some really good laughs. Definitely better than I expected it to be, but nowhere near as gut-bustingly funny as the first viewing of The Hangover with which it is trying so hard to be compared.

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