Out came the metal this past Monday at Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia. Bleeding Through, Slayer, and Marilyn Manson joined forces to conjure up what Bleeding Through's Brandan Schieppati appropriately referred to as "a mother's worst nightmare."
This writer last saw Bleeding Through at Ozzfest 2006, from a slight distance and through a cloud of second stage dust. My #1 showmate and I remember being thoroughly rocked by their set that morning, but on this night we were essentially unmoved. Maybe it was the respectable vantage point, but the band just did not come off as convincing enough. Layers of distortion covered up bland power chords and a vague odor of fear that the audience might find out these hardcore metal kids are from Orange County. Image missteps aside, the band rocked hard enough on tracks like "Love Lost In A Hail of Gunfire", but they simply lack the credibility of Hatebreed or their showmates in Slayer. With all that, this band's drummer was a flurry of incredible fills and pounding bass. Definitely the driving force behind the sound of the band.
No identity crises for Slayer, however, who have not lost a step since Reign in Blood. The alternately dueling and supporting thrash guitars of Jeff Hanneman and Kerry King are, without hesitation, astoundingly ferocious in sound and exquisite in technique. Thrash and speed might be lost on a generation of metal fans, but this tour could breathe new life into the band's fan base, selling a lot of copies of Christ Illusion (read a review of Slayer's latest) or giving an astounding history lesson in American metal. Opening the dusty coffers to bring out "Mandatory Suicide" and the seminal "Angel of Death" (which really pleased a rabid fan behind me, who I think could not believe someone as nerdy as me was all that into the band) and exploding with current tracks including "Cult" and "Jihad", this was the loudest set I have ever heard (the bass from
Dave Lombardo's dual kick drums was blowing my hair back), and Tom Araya made it nearly communal in his affectionate thanks from the crowd. For a band with such vitriolic lyrics and furious sound, they seemed like pretty nice guys!
A different story for Manson, who, first of all, took way too long to come out on stage, and proceeded to engage in constant self-love (thanks, Ginger, for that phrase, and for encouraging me to believe that Slayer is iconic, not cliche) by sticking his hands in places I shudder to imagine, before wiggling his hands over the crowd in what struck me as the most awful of fluid-swapping experiences for the GA crowd. Regardless of his lack of consideration for sanitation concerns, Marilyn Manson is a top-notch showperson. The stage appears from behind the screen enveloped in fog, with electric candles all over, and an absolute rock star in full regalia, slinking up the stage and crawling before his worshippers. The costume and set changes between songs made the show feel like a rock opera, or at least a pop concert, as giant chairs, pulpits, and other objets d'art mingled into the milieu. Sticking to standards like "The Beautiful People", "Disposable Teens", and the current glam-rocked "Heart-Shaped Glasses", all renditioned fantastically, the back catalog stayed pretty much closed on this night, as only one song from Portrait of an American Family comes to memory, left behind for the call-and-response (Irresponsible Hate) anthems of MM's repertoire. Tiring was the penchant for dropping the microphone after every song (don't the sound guys know to turn the mic off as the song ends so we don't have to hear the thud?), but fascinating was the larger-than-life persona of a performer who should give a lot more credit to his band than they currently get. The man-droid poses took the attention off the band's capable performance and cast it upon the conceded star who, love him or hate him, cannot fail to mesmerize and enthrall.
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Thanks for the post, caught the show in Atlanta and you captured my sentiments from that show as well. One thing I would like to add: If you think Bleeding Throughs keyboardist is hot in the picture above (the only she), one look at her in the flesh increased my heartbeat nearly as much as Araya's shattering bass-lines. Funniest part of Mansons show was that every time he engaged in "self-love," he would follow it up by smelling his hands...i laughed everytime.
I felt as if by the time that Manson was done with the show that he did not seem to even know where he was. As one concert goer put it as they walked away from the show "he was totally gone by the end." I have seen a Manson Show spot-on (many times!) and this was not one the better ones! I think that I could have gone my whole life without getting the glimpse of what Manson has down his pants (which if anyone was watching the show would have seen). Slayer did not disappoint in the slightest! Their interaction with the crowd was like a breath of fresh air and Bleeding Through was very good as my ignorance shows through as this is the first time that I have heard them.
An email I received from a reader named Mike:
"I saw Marilyn Manson in Toronto last night. I was so disapointed! Such great potential for a concert with all the great songs he has, but I've got to say he was brutal!!!! I'm not a Slayer fan, as a matter of fact I can't even name you a title of a song they played, but they were way better than Manson. For a guy who preaches against politics and religion, he sure as hell took or money and ran. Marilyn Manson I want a refund!!!!!!"
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