I went to KMFDM's WWIII concert Saturday night and it was awesome!
I made the mistake of wearing a long sleeve black shirt, patent leather pants, and my boots though, so I was a fountain of sweat the whole time. I guess I shouldn't complain though because Lucia was wearing a skin-tight latex body suit and was on stage dancing and singing in the hot stage lights.
The opening band sucked. They were quite apropriatly named Bile because that was the gland they stimulated the most while on stage. The bassist was a fat, bald, and very very hairy man while the guitarist was the exact opposite with dreds to his knees and was sickeningly skinny. The lead singer had a generic punk look going and was reading the lyrics from a teleprompter at his feet. The screen must have just said growl over and over again because that's all he did.They didn't eve finish a whole set either. Right after they started the 4th or 5th song, the lead singer left to squat behind one of the speakers to do god knows what for the entire song. The other guys didn't seem to notice and kept playing for 5 minutes before the bassist got pissed and left. The anorexic rastafari-wannabe guitarist was really into his riff because he played for another 2 minutes before looking really confused and then wandered of stage. Nobody was really impressed except for the short asian/hispanic guy in front of me who kept waving his spike-clad arm dangerously close to my face.
KMFDM more than made up for the short-comings of the opening band though. I'd tr to describe it, but it was just too cool for words. In fact, there isn't even a word to describe the sheer awesomeness of it all. I would try to make one up, but then I'd look like I was ripping off SNL or Kung Pow: Enter the Fist, so I won't.
Oh, I took some pictures at the concert, but I took them with a disposable camera and the only way to get a picture was to hold the camera above my head. They turned out better than I thought, so I cleaned up some of the better ones with help from my computer machine and posted in my pics area. Check 'em out if ya want.
-Geoff
I made the mistake of wearing a long sleeve black shirt, patent leather pants, and my boots though, so I was a fountain of sweat the whole time. I guess I shouldn't complain though because Lucia was wearing a skin-tight latex body suit and was on stage dancing and singing in the hot stage lights.
The opening band sucked. They were quite apropriatly named Bile because that was the gland they stimulated the most while on stage. The bassist was a fat, bald, and very very hairy man while the guitarist was the exact opposite with dreds to his knees and was sickeningly skinny. The lead singer had a generic punk look going and was reading the lyrics from a teleprompter at his feet. The screen must have just said growl over and over again because that's all he did.They didn't eve finish a whole set either. Right after they started the 4th or 5th song, the lead singer left to squat behind one of the speakers to do god knows what for the entire song. The other guys didn't seem to notice and kept playing for 5 minutes before the bassist got pissed and left. The anorexic rastafari-wannabe guitarist was really into his riff because he played for another 2 minutes before looking really confused and then wandered of stage. Nobody was really impressed except for the short asian/hispanic guy in front of me who kept waving his spike-clad arm dangerously close to my face.
KMFDM more than made up for the short-comings of the opening band though. I'd tr to describe it, but it was just too cool for words. In fact, there isn't even a word to describe the sheer awesomeness of it all. I would try to make one up, but then I'd look like I was ripping off SNL or Kung Pow: Enter the Fist, so I won't.
Oh, I took some pictures at the concert, but I took them with a disposable camera and the only way to get a picture was to hold the camera above my head. They turned out better than I thought, so I cleaned up some of the better ones with help from my computer machine and posted in my pics area. Check 'em out if ya want.
-Geoff
trent:
i wanted to go though i was in cali.. i cried