Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Crüe Fest 2: Magnanimous and Motley (Mötley Crüe Live Review Chicago 7/22/09)

(Mötley Crüe) Crüe Fest 2: Magnanimous and Motley
Tinley Park, IL 7/22/09
First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre
By Anthony Kuzminski

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Traveling festivals are going the way of the 8-Track due to increased costs, egos and the need to suck every last cent from the fan which makes Mötley Crüe’s Crüe Fest 2 all that more insane yet impressive from the sheer stance that it exists in an economy like this. Over the course of six hours and ten bands, you get to sink your teeth into an diverse variety of hard rock with the cherry on top of the mammoth sundae being that the Crüe performing their number-one 1989 album, Dr. Feelgood from top to bottom. A band like Mötley Crüe comes with a storied history and has as many dissenters as they do followers and when you have an album that sell seven-million copies, spawns five music videos, four Top-40 appearances and a pair of Top-Ten hits on the Pop chart, you’re going to divide people. There are those who feel that Mötley Crüe went soft after Shout at the Devil and no matter what they did, these people would never be assuaged. Whenever you sell as many records as Mötley Crüe did with Feelgood you get a convergence of fans who are fair weathered and my question was whether or not these types of fans would show up for Crüe Fest 2 or would it be dye in the wool fans who would be bored with Feelgood and yearning for a full on set of their seminal debut Too Fast For Love or their classic sophomore album, Shout at the Devil? Regardless of what era of the Crüe you love, Crüe Fest 2 proved to be more than any music fan could ask for with a package of artists that are as vitalizing as they are unyielding.

Crüe Fest 2 is filling an abyss Ozzfest left. While Ozzfest has turned into a one weekend a year festival, there are still those who hanker to have a traveling circus come to their hometown. This is where Crüe Fest comes into play. One of my overriding uncertainties would be that Crüe Fest 2 would straddle too many things and instead of doing one thing well, they would fail at juggling too much. While I found it hard to catch all of the acts on both the main and side stages, I am pleased to report that I was affably bowled over at the amount of talent on display. A whiff college was in the air (cigarette smoke, pot, pizza, un-bathed teens) and a sundry and eclectic crowd came out in full force to release some aggression. There were bands I never would have given the time of day to and here they were with a opportunity to astound me and to my astonishment, many of them did.

Drowning Pool, Charm City Devils, Cavo and Shram all performed abridged sets attempting to make an impact with their all too limited stage time. The first act I witnessed to take a forceful bite out of the crowd was Theory of a Deadman. They began their set rapidly and little by little managed to turn on their insistent melodic charms and whipped the crowd into a flurry with a heavy emphasis on their latest album Scars & Souvenirs. The four-piece, led by vocalist Tyler Connolly turned in a set that was more than stirring; it lingered in my memory bank even after Mötley Crüe took their final bows. If you think you know what this band is about by seeing one or two music videos, you are mistaken. They hit the stage with an intrinsic series of songs that straddled between tremendous distortion echo calls and easy on the ear gems with enough might to even make the most cynic metal head stand up and take notice. When their thirty-five minute set came to a conclusion after a raucous “Bad Girlfriend”, there was an air of astonishment around the amphitheater. They were that good.

Godsmack brought their brand of molten metal performing a selection of numbers from their four studio records. Godsmack is a band never to be underestimated, even if you do not appreciate their music, they’ll try their damndest to make you think otherwise with their live performance. With no new album in tow (although one is due in 2010), the 60-minute set was proverbial to crowd who ate up their show like it was the last supper. They ripped through the songs with gleeful momentum playing to their core fans and making a few new ones in the process. Pyrotechnics, continual stage movement and even dueling drum solos prove to be more than eye candy but an enthralling elixir that the crowd gulped back without ever thinking twice. They are a four-piece band who manages to always deliver as was evident on the frenzied “Whiskey Hangover”. When the last fire blast had cooled down, the ringing in your eyes subsided and the final bit of guitar distortion faded into the sky, Godsmack had conquered the crowd in ways even a skeptic had to welcome.

On the second stage, all of the acts bowed to Rev Theory. {Rev Theory Photo Credit} The band forged a bond with their audience immediately. Singer Rich Luzzi had the charisma of a rock god as he found a way to even bond with those not engrossed while never letting his guard down for those who were there just to see them. Being a second stage is never an easy feat yet Rev Theory relished in the top spot and illustrated to every one why they deserved to be on the main stage next year with their scorching foot stomping power chords drenched in clawing adrenaline and insatiable hunger. Their songs broke down barriers and as Luzzi told the crowd to get closer as the band tore through numbers from their Light It Up record. They even effectively nailed a cover of Nine Inch Nails “Head Like A Hole” much to the satisfaction of the crowd. Without the advantage of a elaborate lighting system, pyro or any gadgets there was nothing but blood sweat and tears on the second stage. No one else came close to the supremacy of Rev Theory. There was an adept correlation between the band and the crowd as their songs burst off the stage with a jolting onslaught that I hope to see again.

The evening’s entrée was Mötley Crüe, performing their best selling album Dr. Feelgood in its entirety along with a handful of other classic cuts. When this was originally announced, I was initially excited and then the enthusiasm led to dread. Unlike other acts that are performing timeless records these days, there was a question as to why Feelgood was chosen over some of their other albums. It may be Mötley Crüe’s best selling record, but few deem it their best. Not to mention that most of the singles have been performed at every Mötley Crüe show for the last two decades. So would they deliver or limp through an all too predictable set?

{Writer’s Note: The following paragraphs contain spoilers about the stage design. Stop reading now if you do not wish to know what happens}
As soon as the lights dimmed and a immense wheel chair appeared and a patient emerged to be injected with a four-foot syringe, one sensed this wouldn’t be your typical run through of a classic album. A drape fell from center stage to reveal the Crüe in a all white mini padded cell a tenth the size of the stage looking like members of an asylum as the performance had teeth and copious grooves I haven’t heard in years. They assaulted this one with the force of an act from the second stage. “Slice of Your Pie” and “Rattlesnake Shake” followed in speedy succession with the former reminiscent of a archetypal Rolling Stones song with Jimmy Page riffs that aren’t just dirty but drip a demonic aura as well. It was during these two songs that the landscape of the stage grew revealing what looked like an medical asylum on skid row with two female backing singers providing a hot blooded impression of sexual menace. A mere three songs into the show, it proved to be more revitalizing than anything the Crüe have done on the concert stage (aside from the first leg of the 2005 tour) in decades. One of the band’s downfalls is their reliance on their core hits and their lack of a need to excavate deeper into their catalog. By playing an album top to bottom, this forced them to rest some all too familiar hits in favor of the sexist yet enlivening “She Goes Down”, the seductive “Sticky Sweet” and the blissful “Without You” which before this tour has never been performed in its entirety in concert (only in modified versions). Despite the number of times one has heard “Without You” emanating from speakers; it sounded rather fortifying this time around. The golden harmonies are moody around the edges and the song retains edginess the same way a classic Stones balled from the 70’s does. Fortunately for the Crüe they created a ballad that is scrawnier than soaring.

Of the remaining songs, most of them hits (“Same Ol’ Situation”, “Don’t Go Away Mad, Just Go Away”, “Kickstart My Heart”), the true revelation was guitarist Mick Mars. Mars has taken on a senior role within the band akin to Charlie Watts in the Rolling Stones. Neither says much but when they hit the stage they are all business and the true die-hard fans never take their eyes off them. Throughout most of the 1980’s, Mars guitar playing was often chided for not being as ostentatious as his contemporaries. Two decades onward, he proves to be the one whose work has proven to be timeless. What Mars lacks in virtuosity he makes up for with visceral power. You can’t wrap yourself around noodlings from many of the six finger seductiveness, but Mars cursory and to-the-point riffs provide narrative drive. While the band’s sound is steeped in the swagger of Nikki Sixx’s bass and Tommy Lee’s unyielding drums, Mars guitar is the vertebrae encapsulating the spine of Sixx and Lee. Mick Mars is a walking miracle and the audacity with which he attacks those six strings is spellbinding.

{Mick Mars Photo Credit}
To his credit vocalist Vince Neil kept referring to the album by its sides. Whether this is how he remembers the disc or whether he wants to earn credibility with the vinyl collecting crowd, I’m not sure, but he felt sincere in his interaction. The final track on Feelgood, “Time For Change” should have been a single with its sentimental worldly lyric that indisputably moved me. This song and album received more spins by me between 1989 and 1991 than any other album in my collection and yet it’s probably been spun less than ten times in the last decade. Walking into the show, I wasn’t sure if this was an album that was going to age gracefully. I’m happy to say it has, and most of my impression is due to the vigor the four members brought to the material. While Shout or Too Fast would have possibly made better choices for full album renditions, it was hard to argue with the results of their execution. “Time For Change” felt timeless with its heightened and descending chorus and reinstated it into my mental psyche as more than just a pop song at the end of an album. The piano was largely muted in concert replaced with some intrinsic chord work by Mick Mars. At the end of the day, one can yell “desperation” and say an artist is selling out by performing albums top to bottom, but in truth, this is what many fans wish to see and it forces one to reflect on the record as a whole and not just the songs from the radio. Three of the tracks off Dr. Feelgood had never been aired before live, two others have been missing from set lists for close to two decades and another was only partially performed sporadically over the years. Despite the presence of four mega-hits, the band grasped these songs with the same gusto as they had two decades back.

After more stage and set changes (now reflecting internal hard drives), Mick Mars shred through a guitar solo before morphing into a mini greatest hits set led by “Wild Side”. The song had an ejaculation of pyrotechnics unseen by my eyes before. The titanic force of the band could truly be felt on “Looks That Kill”, “Saints of Los Angeles”, “Shout at the Devil ‘97” (with fists flying) and the two song encore of “Home Sweet Home” and “Girls, Girls, Girls”. As Mötley Crüe took their final bows, even the cynic in me was hard pressed to find issues with the show. The band framed the show around full-force versions of some of their most thunderous and memorable songs and in the end, you can’t argue with the song selection or the drive in which they delivered them.

If there is any drawback to Crüe Fest 2, it may be that it’s just too much music for any one person to absorb especially on a weeknight where rush hour traffic impacts those coming to the show. They may be better suited to have fewer bands play longer sets, including Mötley Crüe who could truly take the show over-the-top with an additional thirty-minutes of music. Ultimately, in an economy as inconsolable as this one, Crüe Fest 2 provides a mighty bang for your buck (especially for the Live Nation deals every Wednesday). The truly eclectic band roster delivered music that will sweep away fans of many hard rock styles reminding us that the hedonistic spirit of rock n’ roll is alive and well and in this day and age, that’s all anyone can ask for.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.



Chicago 7/22/09 Set List:
“Dr. Feelgood”
“Slice of Your Pie”
“Rattlesnake Shake”
“Kickstart My Heart”
“Without You”
“Same Ol’ Situation (S.O.S)”
“Sticky Sweet”
“She Goes Down”
“Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)”
“Time For Change”
“Wildside”
“Saints Of Los Angeles”
“Shout At The Devil”
“Looks That Kill”

Encore:
“Home Sweet Home”
“Girls Girls Girls”

David Bowie Discography Guide Up on Popdose

My favorite part of the Popdose blog is their Album guides. I even contributed to one back in 2008 on John Mellencamp. This week they look at phase one of David Bowie's career.

It's short and sweet and wonderfully written. Essential reading here for die-hards and casual observers of Bowie alike.

Read the guide here.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Mariah Carey Strikes Out with “Obsessed”

Mariah Strikes Out with “Obsessed”

By Anthony Kuzminski


Regular readers of this blog know that I try and be open to all forms of music. As much as I love to raise my fists to rock, I’m completely and utterly guilty of enjoying unabashed pop music of the guiltiest pleasure. Great pop music is like a Krispy Kreme donut, it’s bad for you but it tastes so good and goes down so easy, you immediately want more. With that being said, one of the reasons for why pop artists don’t hold onto their celebrity for more than a few years is that they are constantly jumping ship trying to stay current and hip. There are a few acts who have managed this with grace (notably Madonna) but dozens of others who look foolish when trying to adapt to new trends (Jewel anyone?). Then there’s Mariah Carey, arguably the most successful pop artist of the last two decades. It appeared it was all over for Mariah in 2001 when he suffered a mental breakdown, her movie and album of the same name Glitter were viewed as a tragedy of mythic pop proportions and then there was Virgin buying her out of her contract for $28-million (oh if I could have such problems). I figured it was over for her, but we all underestimated her. The 2005 release, The Emancipation of Mimi proved to be one of her most successful albums ever and it was heralded as a return to form.



However, since then, she stiffed with E=MC² which debuted high but disappeared without a trace shortly after its release and now there is her new single, “Obsessed”, my vote for the worse single of her career. Love or hate Mariah, the one thing she has had going for her is that she has an inborn ability to write her own songs. While this is usually in union with other writers/producers, it is often what differentiates her from other pop starlets. However, her last few years I’ve noticed her slipping into the same traps Michael Jackson did. Instead of going with their gut instinct and creating trends, Mariah is following them. “Obsessed” is the worst case scenario with its heavily layered vocals and robotic singing voice which is all the rage at the moment but I promise you, in ten years time it will be more dated than synthesizers from the 80’s. Here’s the most insane part of it all, Mariah doesn’t need this trash. She has a voice and a damn distinguished one at that. Now, it may not be for you, but I still find her debut self-titled album to be the pinnacle of her career. She had more in common with Norah Jones and Carol Kane than she did Madonna or Donna Summer. But she chased trends and while she’s always remained successful, I feel that somewhere deep inside of her is an artist screaming to be heard and wanting to break out, leave the glitz and glamour behind her and just sing. “Obsessed” is am embarrassment of immense proportions. If you heard it on the radio and there was not intro or outro, you’d never know its Mariah Carey. It sounds like a song created by a record company executive for a young female who has the body to sell records but none of the talent. Mariah has talent and yet she’s trying to make you think she doesn’t. There isn’t anything new here that we haven’t heard before and it makes me question what anyone was thinking when this was chosen as the lead single from her forthcoming record.



If all of this isn’t enough for you, Idolator has an insane article how fans are donating, $30, $50, $80 and in some cases $200 to buy more singles so it can climb back up the charts. Note to these fans: read the first paragraph of this piece, Mariah was PAID $28-million by Virgin to never record another song for them ever again. She doesn’t need your money, she doesn’t need more fame, she doesn’t need more success…what she needs is someone to tell her to create for herself and not for the glitter and glamour of it all. I’m all for her making palatable pop music, not trite pieces of music that are like a third-rate donut where you take one bite and spit it back out.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

"Obsessed" video at this link.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Simplify

Give me something simple. Let me bask in something far removed from chapters and verse, analysis and opinion. Let me live in joy and happiness and instinct, laughing out loud heartily and spelled out fully, unashamed of the grin on my face that resembles a 5 year old more than it may typically resemble a 31 year old. Intensity, burn within me and through my eyes, lighting up everything and everyone around me. Let me see them as I am, full of dreams and passions, insecurities and half-steps.

In the moment that my eyes become sullen, may it not sink my spirit nor tire it. May my spirit be that of a child, one of wonderment and learning. Laugh for seemingly no reason, more than occasionally.

Def Leppard: Flying High (Live in Chicago 7/17/09 w/ Poison & Cheap Trick)

Def Leppard: Flying High
Tinley Park, IL-First Midwest Bank Amphitheatre
July 17, 2009
By Anthony Kuzminski

The live summer experience that Def Leppard has embodied for the last five summers is akin to watching The Simpsons nightly in syndication. Chances are you’ve seen that particular Simpsons episode at least once, if not dozens of times, yet you find yourself transfixed watching the whole episode, chuckling, smiling and being downright giddy the entire time. I even once asked a friend of mine why he watches The Simpsons every night when he has all the seasons on DVD? The answer was simple, “They’re fun to watch and they’re better than anything else on TV”. The same could be said of Def Leppard, who for the last five summers has toured with roughly the same songs embodying every set list. Yet there is something to be said as I recently witnessed upwards of 25,000 fans shriek through the band’s 85-minute set in Chicago. Unfortunately only two songs were performed from the band’s last fifteen years (one of them a cover-“Rock On”) and the rest were every ready catalog crunchers. That being said, it’s a hell of a lot of fun and their performances are better than most on the road at the moment.

Opening with a dazzling video collage reviewing the band’s long and storied career, the band ripped into “Rock Rock (Till You Drop)” with precision and pizzazz. Much like a re-run of The Simpsons, witnessing Def Leppard in the flesh is a recurrent prompt of how energetic, endowed and enormous they are as live performers. Leading the charge with a grand arsenal of crowd pleasing songs, they always appear to be at the top of their game. “Rocket”, performed as the single/video edit of the song, was leaner and to the point as the entire band sprawled out across the stage as gargantuan screens behind them provided a litany of images. One stadium ready anthems after another was performed including “Animal”, “Foolin’” and “Love Bites” all of which no matter how many times one has seen them, they still take your breath away due to the pure sway of the band’s execution.

“C’mon. C’mon” was the only song aired from their latest release, Songs From the Sparkle Lounge sadly; a jangly rocker with an easy-on-the-ears chorus that is pure Def Leppard. It still received an exceptionally buoyant retort from the crowd thanks to singer Joe Elliott charming the crowd to clap along. Its inclusion made me yearn for the day where the band will dig a little deeper into their catalog. Despite the record sales not reaching the heights of their 80’s records, there is a lot to chew on from Slang, Euphoria, X and Sparkle Lounge. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, a deeper dive into those records is deserved because they house songs on par with their earlier output. There was no proper Chicago stop on the 2008 tour so this one performance is the only reminder to the crowd that there was a new record in stores from the band recently. The only other song to be performed from the last fifteen years was “Rock On”, from their collection of covers, Yeah! . Unfortunately, it’s been a steady part of the set list for the last five years and its inclusion meant that an original was axed. The midpoint of the show included an acoustic section on an extended stage that took the band into the crowd. “Two Steps Behind” was a happy go lucky sing-a-long while “Bringin’ On The Heartbreak” begun acoustically before the band plugged in to top the song off with their fierce fervor (much like the versions played on the 1987-88 tour) and instantly segueing into the instrumental “Switch 625. The latter found the band at their most strapping and vivacious. Elliott was off stage but the other four played out of their skins. The band’s joy spilled over into the crowd and makes me wonder what would happen if they took chances with other material not as submerged into our consciousness. Moments like these showcase their inherent capacity as musicians and why they’re still a pertinent band.

With limited stage time the band segued from one song into another, barely taking a breath in between. The long instrumental bass heavy intro to “Hysteria” was sadly absent in favor of a straight on, yet gleaming, take on this classic. Guitarist Phil Collen, even on a cooler night where the highs were only in the mid-60’s, came out on stage shirtless and remained so for the remainder of the evening. The man, while flexing some madly remarkable, virtuoso guitar playing, also looked the best I’d ever seen him. He could have passed for a twenty-year old with his perfectly tanned and sculpted chest that had to give every beer guzzling male in attendance a serious complex. Collen’s partner in crime, Vivian Campbell was equally inspiring with his six-string aptitude, especially on “Hysteria” and “Armageddon It”. The dual guitar attack of this band is at the core of their signature sound and it’s to the band’s credit how well they recreate the opulent productions in concert. The Vault finale (their Hot Rocks) was one conquering mega-hit after another. It’s hard to be disappointed seeing “Let’s Get Rocked”, “Rock of Ages”, “Photograph” and “Pour Some Sugar On Me” nightly. “Sugar” proved to be especially translucent. The band is incorporating the single/video version of the song in concert (for what I believe is the first time) and the teasing “Love is like a bomb” opening elicited the prevalent screams of the evening. Despite being a nightly staple for twenty-two years, this is one of those songs I never grow tired of hearing and judging from the reactions of the crowd, neither are they. Credit must be given to Def Leppard who infuses each of their performances with the aggression and willpower of a band a generation younger. One of the focal reasons for them being a touring juggernaut year after year is their allegiance to transporting their fans with a distinguished show that is more than merely nostalgia. They’re some of the greatest in the rock cannon from the last quarter of the century and when you have songs as potent as these, you can do whatever you want.

Opening the show were abbreviated sets from Cheap Trick and Poison. Poison delivered an ever predictable set list that was cut straight from 1990. Performing a mere nine songs (with obligatory guitar and drum solos) in a set that lasted an hour and all were from their first three albums. Regardless of the lack of imagination in putting the set together, the band delivered a high energy set that turned the audience on. “Fallen Angel”, “Every Rose Has Its Thorn”, “Talk Dirty To Me” and “Unskinny Bop” had the near capacity crowd moving to the music. The stage banter, pyrotechnics and arrangements offered not one iota of originality, yet they did more than warmed the crowd up for Def Leppard, they provided an aura of Friday night escapism and there’s few who do it better.

Cheap Trick was the true revelation of the evening. Despite having twenty fewer minutes on stage than Poison, they managed to sneak in ten no-frills songs. Eight classics and two new ones were performed (more new material than Def Leppard and Poison combined) and one listen to them makes you realize that Cheap Trick may be the most steadfast and underrated band around. “These Days” and “Sick Man of Europe” are cut from the same cloth as their vintage material and to the average fans ears are indistinguishable from “She’s Tight”, “I Want You To Want Me” and “Dream Police”. Every record written and recorded over the last decade is steeped in what they do best; power pop songs that sound familiar as if they are a friend you’ve known your entire life. Despite their 7pm start time, the amphitheater was over two-thirds full and by the end of their all too brief forty-minute set it was more than three-quarters filled. “Surrender” and “The Flame” received the biggest responses. Even though the latter was not written by the band, it’s their lone number-one single from 1988. That being said, the warmth of Robin Zander’s voice aches with vulnerability in a way that no one else can touch and for that reason alone, it gave me goose bumps demonstrating their inherent ability to make one a believer. Make no mistake, Cheap Trick may be the first out of the gate, but they are performing at such a concentrated and high level, that it’s forcing Poison and Def Leppard to up their antes as well. Because of this, it’s more than a nostalgia trip, but a concert package not to be missed.


Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

Def Leppard
"Rock Rock Till You Drop" Show Opener


Poison-"Talk Dirty To Me"


Cheap Trick - "Surrender"

U2's 360 Tour: The Highs and Lows 4 Weeks In


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U2’s latest tour, the 360 tour (named for its unique circular stage), has now been operating for four weeks and while most of the reviews have been largely positive, many fans are watching the set lists and YouTube clips wondering if the praise is for the stage or the music? I’ll make a full confession; I have not seen any shows and have only watched the YouTube clips here and there. However, after what I initially deemed to be the tour of the year, I can’t help but think U2 is retreading already traveled ground this time around.

People look at U2 in two ways; they love them or hate them. “Hate” may be a strong word, but ultimately most of these people just feel u2 is overrated, which I can understand. One can only hear how many times a band is great without rolling their eyes. To the rest of us, this is a band who just doesn’t speak to our mind, body and soul, there’s a higher spiritual power to the music which can’t be put into words. Anyone who saw one of U2’s concerts post 9/11 between October and December 2001 knows exactly what I am talking about. One of the reasons they are often heralded as one of the best bands also comes from their innovativeness. These guys had the audacity to film a movie, not just a home video, but a movie of their 1987 tour. They self-financed the “Zoo TV” tour, foolishly tired to repeat themselves with Popmart (still an underrated tour IMO), reinstated GA at a low price for their fans in 2001, partnered with iTunes and the iPod for a gargantuan campaign, made the greatest 3-D experience ever with U23D and now this tour as taking a in-the-round stage of sorts into stadiums. With all of that being said, now that the tour is in full bloom, I can’t help but express my disappointment.

Love them or hate them, U2 has always been about promoting their latest record in concert. And while there is plenty of it for us to chew on in the current set list, the odd sequencing makes me wonder why someone hasn’t spoken to them about the pitfalls. First off, opening with “Breathe” a mid-tempo number, doesn’t exactly set the stage on fire and firing off no less than four songs from No Line on the Horizon, but why are they not opening with the pulsating “Magnificent”. They need to come out swinging and go for that knockout immediately and I get the sense they’re playing it safe for lord knows what reason.

Then there’s the remainder of the set list. Fans began to salivate when it was discovered “Drowning Man” from War was being rehearsed. The song, a treasure, had never been performed live. However, four weeks into the tour and it’s yet to make an appearance. Granted, the band recently did some major set list changes but it meant dumping “The Unforgettable Fire”, “In A Little While” and Unknown Caller”, the moodiest and most mysterious track on the new album. So what are the replacements? “Elevation”, “Until the End of the World” and “Bad”. “Bad” is one of those songs I believe to be integral to every U2 show, much more so than “Sunday Bloody Sunday” or “Stuck in a Moment”. My issue with the set lists over the last few weeks is I have this feeling that I have seen this all before, albeit with new songs. I expect this from Bon Jovi, but not U2. No other act on the planet has been able to thematically execute a show full of uplifting and powerful themes better than U2 and this time around, I get the overriding sense that they’re playing it safe; too safe. “Elevation”, “Until the End of the World”, “Stuck In A Moment” are all great songs, just not ones I am sure I need to see nightly or even every tour. Plus there is nothing from either of the first two records being played. The band dug into Boy deeply on the last tour, so I can understand them passing it this time, but as much as I think October is a messy record, I would still like to see a song or two played here and there. The entire Unforgettable Fire record is underperformed and what about the non-singles from The Joshua Tree? I should probably just be thankful that “Bullet the Blue Sky” has been retired (for the moment).

Don’t get me wrong, there are some great things happening with the set list. The inclusion of “Ultraviolet” is wondrous and should never have disappeared for as long as it did. Plus there’s “The Unforgettable Fire” and just recently, moving “One” further up in the set instead of relying on it as the main set closer. It will be interesting to see what happens in Ireland over the next three shows. Will they play it close to the bone? Will they spread their wings and take some chances? We’ll see. I’m still looking forward to seeing them in September, but I am sensing more of a nostalgic feeling than an adventure down the path least traveled.


Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Soraia: Shooting Stars (Summerfest Review-Milwaukee, WI-June 25th, 2009)

Soraia: Shooting Stars

Summerfest Review-Milwaukee, WI (June 25th, 2009)

Marcus Amphitheater

By Anthony Kuzminski


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It’s a sweltering Tuesday night in Chicago and the Philadelphia based Soraia is whipping through a set in the Elbo Room in Chicago that borders on blistering. To give you a visual, the Elbo Room is actually in the basement of a bar. One step on your descent down and your clothes are drenched. It’s an extraordinary place for live music, but the incessant heat opens any and all pores in your body, and this is what I feel watching the live music, I can only imagine what it’s like to perform it. On the small stage in the basement, Soraia is erupting with musical zeal. Opening with “Shed the Skin” it proved to be a mantra for the evening, as each member of the band probably lost a few pounds as their primal energy poured off the stage. You could take a machete and cut through the thickness of the heat, it was that severe. For close to fifty minutes, the band tore through a hot blooded set for around a hundred people. Less than two days later, they would be in front of 23,000 doing the same exact thing; exceeding all expectations, leaving a pound of flesh on the stage in the process.

Watching Soraia on a pair of scorching summer nights proved to be a revelation. Never before have I witnessed a band perform in two dramatically different venues in such a short period of time. I love watching a band ascent to the top and not flat line into obscurity and these two shows found Soraia as a whole converging into a broad wall of sound that is lean and muscular. Previously they managed to sound stirring, but they have upped their game in the months since I have last seen them. There was a primitive familiarity at the Elbo Room gig. On “Little Cat” they distinguished themselves as a cross between Led Zeppelin and Soundgarden with a grimy sound to the guitars which accentuates not just a bluesy feel, but an aura of debauchery amidst the severe heat. The crowd inducing encore of “Jolene” had everyone’s rapt attention as they hung on every last lyric and note performed no matter how moist the surrounding walls became. It was one of those nights where the band overcame all obstacles in front of them and embodied the insurrectionary spirit of rock n’ roll making you ecstatic to be alive.



In Milwaukee two nights later (on the Summerfest main stage opening for Bon Jovi) the frenzied beat of “Shed the Skin” served notice instantly that this was more than your archetypal opener. Singer Sue Mansou pounded her tambourine with a raging swing and shook her hips in trancelike unison as the rest of the band followed her lead; mere minutes into the biggest show of their career the five members of Soraia gelled into a breathtaking union and proceeded to forge ahead with a vengeance. It would be one thing if they merely came out and did an abbreviated standard set, but they had the audacity and buoyancy to debut two new songs. “Horizon” has an opening that is pure Prince while the song evokes the ghost of Jeff Beck. “Slave For Love” has a readymade groove drenched in the aftermath of sex whose fragrance can be felt from the gnashing rhythm section of bassist Travis Smith and drummer Joe Armstrong. “Not the Woman” found Mansou prowling the stage like a seasoned stage veteran with her ever trustworthy band in all their glory playing their hearts and souls out behind her. The song oozes a Black Sabbath vibe with slow motion Tony Iommi riffs at the forefront with a vocal delivery by Mansou that has the absolute sway of Heart’s Ann Wilson. Soraia has songs that feel like home; as if you have been listening to them your entire life.

The joyous conviction of their performance was on full display for all of the twenty-three thousand in Milwaukee, who in turn stood in rapt attention. Capping their all too brief set was the audience pleaser, “Long Time”. Two nights earlier in Chicago, the power of the music had heads banging in sync with one another. In Milwaukee, as bassist Travis Smith fired off the song’s opening groove with some incendiary finger movement across his instruments four strings, Mansou’s arms flew to the air cajoling the crowd while rhythm guitarist Joe Francia delivered an instantly memorable and feverish riff. Francia’s role isn’t flashy yet it is integral. His partnership with the band’s rhythm section (bassist Smith and drummer Armstrong) cements the band’s spine, forming a foundation upon which all else is held up allowing Mansou to make a more profound connection with the crowd. Lead guitarist Dave Justo’s fingers flared across his frets like fireworks. Justo’s solos are ready made for arena sized crowds; they soared featuring more than meticulousness, but feeling. Justo proves to be a counterpoint to Mansou, as his ascending solos and textbook rock star looks had eyes of many of the females in the crowd fixated on his movements. I don’t think you’ll find a rock star on the planet who isn’t in awe of his look, but don’t let the image blind you; there’s an incalculable talent here which he reveled and delivered on the big stage with his remarkably adept solos . Watching the turbocharged tone of “Long Time” reminded me of why I love music. The way a song can give you goose bumps, the sheer resolve of a live performance providing consolation and the optimism that some tiny little record that is four-minutes long can change your life. Watching back to back performances by Soraia in such vastly different venues showed me that they are ready for anything that comes their way. With every performance, their vintage and distinctive catalog of no-nonsense rock songs sounds more authentic. Soraia is a band who works in unison with one another and every time I see them live, I see a band evolving; always the sign of a notable band. Being an opening act is the toughest gig in the world. Few acts shine through in this environment and even fewer leave a lasting impression; Soraia did both. A remarkable band becomes tighter, more succinct and elevates their material to new heights every time you see them, which defines Soraia.

Both nights found the band in an unyielding groove, chock full of brazen self-assurance. It makes no difference whether it’s 230 people or 23,000, the band came to rock and it was apparent on both nights. At the Summerfest gig, you never would have assumed that this was their first time in front tens of thousands of people. The band assaulted their instruments with strident assurance usually only seen in war torn stage veterans. The fluidity of the band was seamless from a small club to an amphitheater stage. What made the dichotomy of the two performances so lucid was their ability to bond with the audience. In a club, it’s easy to connect, but switching between the two can be tricky. I watched the cheap seats at the Marcus Amphitheater and there was unadulterated movement, people were on their feet rocking out as if they knew the songs. I’ve seen arena acts flake out in theaters and club acts who fail to graduate to an arena setting, but Soraia stepped into the shoes of an arena act with ease. Only the rarest of talents can balance the two extremes of club and arena connections and Soraia did it with substance, style and stride and at the end of the day these are the bands that remain indelible and timeless.



Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.



Green Day review up on official site

My Green Day review is now up on the news section of the official Green Day webpage.

Scroll down to news briefs from 7/21/09 and it's there under ther title of "21st Century Dreamers".

Christmastime Is Here

July 21st, 2009
2:30 a.m.

It is seldom a nice occurrence when you wake up during a nights sleep; this is perhaps even more so the case when its only been two and a half hours after you first laid your head down on your pillow to drift off into dreamland. But this has just happened, and here I am with a pen in my hand. Of course the first thing that I did, as I suspect most people do when their sleep has been interrupted so rudely, is to use the facilities (by this I refer to the washroom, not a gymnasium or racquet-ball court that I have in my Kitchener apartment. ‘Using the facilities’ sounds so much better than ‘I’m going to pee.’ Anyways, I digress.) After I use the facilities, just as I’m about to make my way back into my pitch black bedroom, I smell something – okay, that sounds kind of strange since I just came from the washroom. But this was coming from the nearby bookcase in my living room, and I took the step or two to catch more of the scent. It was the hot chocolate candle that I received as a birthday gift earlier this month. I bent over and took a deep breath in.

And it was Christmastime.

I haven’t lit the candle much at all yet, as it seems to be more suited for the winter, but the scent is so strong that you smell it almost every time you leave the living room heading into another part of the apartment. But your senses can often be dulled or asleep, or you just get so accustomed to smells and sounds that you get to where you don’t even notice them anymore. However, this night at two thirty in the morning, I took in the scent of the candle and it is Christmas. You see, it’s a deep, rich hot chocolate, one that you’d sip as you cozied up under a blanket on the couch, just under the window. On the other side of the window the snow is falling heavy and hard, and you know that in the morning there will be a tonne of the white stuff that you’ll have to trudge your way through if the sidewalks haven’t yet been cleared.

But that’s tomorrow.

Tonight you’re inside, with Christmas lights as the main source of illumination in the room, along with the small candles on the bookshelves, on the coffeetable, and in the windowsills, and the bright black and white images of Alastair Sim or Jimmy Stewart coming as alive as they do each and every year. This day has been filled with running around doing some last minute gift shopping while listening to Bing Crosby sing “It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas” on your iPod, or perhaps Enya, which brings an entirely different feeling, one that is heart-breakingly beautiful, sort of like what you experienced earlier on in the night when all the candles were lit in the old church and the choir was making its way down the center aisle singing “Silent Night” with no other instrumentation.

It’s magic.

But now you’re inside, sipping hot chocolate in your pajamas on a cold winters night, and somewhere just beneath your skin you feel the anticipation and you have no doubt that tomorrow really is the most wonderful day of the year. Tomorrow there may be the joy of watching children with their pure innocence and awe-struck eyes as they gather with uncombed hair under a tree, ready to shred shiny paper off of their presents. But tonight you’re here with your mug of rich hot chocolate, and you could live in this moment for a very very long time.

Christmastime was here, on this summers night, if but for a moment.

Time to go back to sleep.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Metallica 'The Presidio Album' Makes Its Debut Online

Anyone who has seen Metallica's Some Kind of Monster knows that during the two-plus years they spent recording what eventually became St. Anger, many more songs were worked on. Many of these songs were featured in the film, most notably from the Presidio base where they set up camp in 2001 to record. These sessions were largely abandoned when James returned to the fold in mid 2002. When a small EP promoting the film came out, surprisingly it featured none of the outtakes or alternate versions (just live cuts from club shows). The fact that they have released these now is quite surprising and makes me think that Metallica (who are now technically free agents) are looking towards the future with some cool releases up their sleeves.

The Presidio album features the following tracks:
'Intro'
'Dead Kennedy Rolls'
'Unbridled'
'The Boogeyman'
'Ain't Asked No More'
'Temptation'
'Surfing The Zeitgeist'
'More Than This'
'Shadow Of The Cross'

The samples can be heard at this link.

Green Day: 21st Century Dreamers (Live in Chicago July 13th, 2009)

Green Day: 21st Century Dreamers
United Center-Chicago, IL
July 13, 2009
By Anthony Kuzminski

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Entertainment is full of glorious contradictions these days. Artists who claim to be about the working class, yet none of the characters in their songs could ever afford a ticket to one of their concerts. Even if the shows are affordable, the music is sometimes too hefty for you to truly find a release. Then there are those who provide unadulterated entertainment; an escape from the inconsiderate realities of life. But when it’s over, you have to face that cold world all over again and in some ways, the first step back into it is bitterer than when you ran away. Green Day is the diamond in the rough that manages to do both while not pinching your wallet. As the lights dimmed in the United Center in Chicago and Green Day took to the stage, there was instantaneously a convergence of spirits and a feeling of ferociousness. With a lit up city backdrop behind them, the band came out determined and defiant as they tore through four numbers from their latest magnum opus, 21st Century Breakdown; including the title track. Beneath the lights, Billie Joe Armstrong, Green Day’s lead guitarist and singer, was in the zone. As Armstrong sings “I once was lost but never was found, I think I'm losing what's left of my mind”, we don’t just love it, but we believe every word uttered. What differentiates Green Day is you get not just entertainment, but they provide you with mental ammo to take on the world when the lights go on and the party’s over. Artists intermittently fall into an inspired windstorm so abounding that anything they touch turns to gold. There is a lot of sweat, blood and tears that go into creating it, but when they have a pulse on their inner muse, they’re inexorable. For the last half decade, it’s hard to argue that any musical artist has been more vivacious and prevailing than Green Day. As I watched their 140-minute set at the United Center in Chicago, I saw a band reaching for the furthest artistic heights while remaining a intoxicating rock n’ roll band who had retained a sense of rawness and realism.

Green Day is a band who appeals to two distinctive generations and when you enter concert hall, you’re not quite sure if it’s the parents taking the kids or vice versa. Astonishingly, for a band that has been together for two decades, Green Day still have that internal desire to tap into the desperation within their fans veins. The melding of their new album with their classics was effective and seamless, something most acts with an established past can fumble. The 21st Century Breakdown songs managed to flourish even more in concert. The burning “East Jesus Nowhere” was more visceral, “Static Age” was searing, while the thunderous “Know Your Enemy”, which found the GA floor roar to life, featured drummer Tre Cool and bassist Mike Dirnt tightening the seams of the band’s spine with their ever reliant and fastidious playing. “Before The Lobotomy” with its anguished chorus, is semi-hidden on the record but in concert it’s a centerpiece of connection for the audience where confusion and questioning comes to the forefront (“I'm not in love 'cause I'm a mess”). There’s no denying the sheer intensity and scope of 21st Century Breakdown, but I must admit I find it more ambitious after witnessing the concert. It helps take some songs I viewed as borderline and make them essential. The performance of this new material, which has only now truly being digested was nothing short of riveting.
The rest of the show featured a mix of classics with material from American Idiot. “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” was delivered in a stripped acoustic arrangement. As Armstrong plucked his guitar and let the crowd follow his lead, he brought down home intimacy to the biggest and most corporate of arenas in Chicago. He made you feel like you were in the Metro. “Brain Stew” was preceded with riffs from Ozzy Osborne, Metallica and Van Halen and during the song, a few fans were plucked from the crowd to shoot water guns at the crowd while Armstrong had a gun that propelled t-shirts to the far reaches and balconies of the crowd. Even their propeller guns appear to be far ahead of your average bands and those had to of cost money. “Longview” had two different fans singing the verses which were just plain goofy yet magically sublime at the same moment. The female singer did the better job and Armstrong dared her to stage dive back into the crowd which she did horribly. He commented how it while she sang her heart out, she provided the worse stage dive he had ever seen. The mid-section of greatest hits (“Hitchin’ a Ride”, “She”, “Jaded” & “King For A Day”) allowed the crowd to let their hair down and really lose themselves in the youthful exuberance of the songs. From gut wrenching to downright goofy, they did this all with ease. They even played portions of the Jackson 5 “I’ll Be There”, “Chicago”, “Stand By Me” and “Shout”. As the band capped the main set with a pair of 21st Century songs, “21 Guns” and “American Eulogy”, they never let their guard down as they glided across the stage initiating a bond with everyone in the audience. For a band that has created two socially weighty records, their concerts still infuse an air of silliness into them which helps balance the more weighty material. They unnerve repressed emotions showing there is no shame in raising your fist to the sky to relinquish some demons. Green Day, much like Metallica, may be one of the biggest bands in the world at this moment in time, yet they never seem to forget where they came from.
While the encore had a more loose structure, it proved to be brutally beautiful its anthemic giganticism. “American Idiot” was more than deafening; it provided a secular testifying for the crowd as they roared every last lyric back to the band. “Minority” was a celebratory confetti laced remedy which “Jesus of Suburbia” can be summed up in only one word; epic. The nearly ten-minute anthem was a combination of the entire evening; momentous, piercing, jovial and absorbing. Taking his time before the song, Armstrong carefully picked a fan to play his guitar parts. The winner was a nine-year-old who didn’t just exceed expectations, but he sang along and did a duet with Armstrong, trading off verses, on one of the band’s most challenging songs no less. An artist is only as good as their fans. To make it in the music business you need two things; hard work and luck. Time and energy will bring success at times, but the reality is that someone somewhere along the line did them a favor that infinitely changed their lives forever. Green Day hasn’t forgotten this and made every one of the 17,000 in attendance feel like they were part of a family. At the end of the day, the critical praise is only as good as the audience’s embrace. But in Green Day’s case, it’s something a bit more miraculous. They’re a bunch of punks who don’t just take you away for an hour or two, but make you ruminate what life has to offer beyond the concert hall.

Green Day at this current time respect their fans better than any other act. In a day and age where any and all entertainment is taking a backseat to domestic necessities, the band has priced their tickets affordably (between $25 and $49.50) and even better, the best seats in the house aren’t scalped by the band and auctioned to the highest bidder. While this may seem like a no brainer to an average person, it’s not the norm for the industry. Let me tell you, it’s worth its weight in gold as the most manic fans are closest to the stage, engage the band and in turn, make the rest of the audience hard. Like their Bay area brothers, Metallica, the fan always comes first. Both bands have affordable ticket prices, state of the art stages, have created recent works that speak to the masses and are among the best live bands on the planet. When I see Metallica and Green Day execute such incredible stage undertakings, it makes me wonder why certain bands feel the need to charge more money for far less impressive staging. Make no mistake, you can have the greatest stages in the world and if the performer is lacking talent and heart, it will leave you cold. But Green Day put their money where their mouth is. Even if they didn’t, the music would be enough to carry you home.
Green Day is an example of a band that merely could have made a great career out of doing what they do best; creating catchy three-minute songs. I still feel that Warning (released in 2000) is an album that shows inestimable maturity and has been forgotten about in the midst of the two sprawling epics that followed it. But on the other hand, Green Day wanted more; they aimed for the stars and I’ll be damned if they didn’t just catch a shooting one. Green Day learned a lot from their forefathers, The Ramones, much like Metallica learned from Black Sabbath. Yet both of these acts took their respective genres, spun them on their respective heads and transformed them into something new. This is no simple feat. Green Day is a band who appears to be sincere, when their fans (including myself) look at them, we see poets who help us make sense of the chaos in our life, point us towards the light and help us understand the darkness it can encompass one with. There is a dichotomy between the whirl of Saturday night and the solemn musing of Sunday morning; at this moment in time no band on the planet better melds these two worlds than Green Day.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.

Chicago Set List 7-13-09:“Song of the Century”
“21st Century Breakdown”
“Know Your Enemy
“East Jesus Nowhere”
“Holiday”
“Static Age”
“Before the Lobotomy”
“Are We the Waiting”
“St. Jimmy”
“Geek Stink Breath”
“Hitchin’ A Ride”
“Brain stew”
“Jaded”
“Longview”
“Basket Case”
“She”
“King for a Day
(with “Shout,” “Stand By Me”)
“21 Guns”
“American Eulogy”
Encore:
“American Idiot”
“Jesus of Suburbia”
“Boulevard of Broken Dreams”
“Minority”
“Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)”

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Idol Character: Billy Idol at Chicago's House of Blues (Archive Review)

Writer's Note: I have been meaning to get some of my early (ands often embarassingly bad) reviews up on this site. Watching Billy Idol on Soundstage (recorded in Chicago) made me want to dig this old review up. I remember seeing Idol in 2003 when he did a few gigs at the House of Blues. He had no new album but he and his band were honing their chops on the stage and from what I remember, it was better than average. I don't remember the specific date but I think this was July or August 2003. Enjoy, T.
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The last time Billy Idol had a hit, it was in a movie that starred Andrew Dice Clay, MC Hammer had the number one album on the charts and it would be another year before another rock album (REM's "Out of Time") graced the top spot on the Billboard chart. What a difference thirteen years makes. After Idol's "Charmed Life" album in 1990, he took three years off, returned with a mediocre album (at best) and spent the better part of the next decade out of the limelight. However, a few years back, he decided to rise from the ashes and return to the concert stage. This brought about a career resurrection of sorts with the release of a "Storytellers" and "Greatest Hits" discs. Not only that, but he has returned to the stage with his musical soul mate, Steve Stevens. You know, the guy with big hair from Michael Jackson's "Dirty Diana" video? It may be 2003 and instead of playing arenas, Billy strolled into Chicago's House of Blues for two sold out shows, but, something many did not realize is these performances in 2003 are better than they were in his 80's heyday.

The band hit the stage and opened to the roars of an audience that was excited to see one of the original punk rockers. Opening with "Cradle of Love" he took no time in making sure he would command his tight knit band, and the filled to capacity House of Blues crowd. As soon as "Cradle" concluded, the band charged right into the Generation X anthem, "Dancing With Myself". Idol's first ever hit to this day remains his very best. It's unlikely he'll ever top it...the excitement of the crowd and the performance by the band were top notch. This is one of the reasons you go and see these acts you grew up with, because when you see songs like "Dancing With Myself", you remember why you loved these songs and it also makes you realize there is nothing as good anywhere on the radio today. "Flesh For Fantasy" followed and generated great reactions from the crowd during its chorus with fists thrust into the air. I somehow knew we would be taking a nice ride memory lane.

Besides Idol's snarling lip, the most obvious attraction was Steve Stevens's dazzling guitar playing. Some people see him as being overrated but when he pulled out the acoustic guitar for a number of songs, even his critics were silenced. The is no doubt whatsoever, the man was put on this earth to play guitar. His over the top theatrics, including his bangs, are perfectly at home on stage with Idol. Even the songs he did not record with Idol benefited from his improvisation. After the better part of a decade playing with numerous different artists (including Michael Monroe and Vince Neil) Steve is finally back where he belongs, besides his musical soul mate.

The best moment of the evening was the acoustic intro to "White Wedding" Right here, Billy and Steve showed everyone they are still razor-sharp musicians. Most faded rock stars of yesteryear, which have been out of the limelight for so long, would not dare to fiddle with such a well know number. Yet, they worked it up in a unique way and then brought it back home for a rocking finale.

After a strong set hour long set, Idol took some time to introduce a few newer numbers; "Stranger In My Skin", "Man In The Kill Box", "Walk The Line", and "Beautiful Life" were all performed. While it was admirable, the songs did not stick with me. None of them sounded bad, but none of them jumped out at me either. Which leads to the inevitable question: Will Billy Idol ever break through to the mainstream again? That is a question we may have to wait another year or two before we can answer.

There was great irony in the performance at the House of Blues. While it was a top-notch show, the question that came to mind is that how much longer can Idol continue to churn out the same old warhorses before people get tired of them? Granted, the show was everything you can ask for; intimate, long (over two hours) and chock full of hits. I cannot really think of a single hit song he did not do. The only thing missing from his solid and energetic set was new material that grabbed people. One has to wonder what Billy's long-term plans are. I loved every bit of the show and it was probably better than seeing him ten to fifteen years ago, but where does he go from here? Would I pay the $45 ticket price to see him do the same show again in a year? I doubt it. I love seeing bands play their big hits, but at some point, it gets old. I saw KISS recently and while the show is as amazing as it has ever been, it is the same exact show they did from three years ago, only shorter. This is the number one reason they are touring with Aerosmith, mainly because they cannot get people to fork over big money for the same show over and over again. People always complain when you see established acts perform new material because they want to see nothing but the hits. But let me ask you this, if every show were the same with the same songs, wouldn't you stop going after seeing them once or twice? Springsteen and the Stones can still tour and fill stadiums because they have new material to plug. Plus, to their advantage, they also have deep catalogs they can rediscover, unlike Idol.

The encores were even a throw back as he opened them with "Hot In The City" before launching into two covers, "Mony, Mony" and The Doors "LA Woman". Each song was a spirited performance with incredible interaction between the band and audience. The audience's reaction to "Mony, Mony" was priceless. Imagine a wedding with 1400 invited guest, most of whom have consumed large amounts of alcohol and you can probably picture it. Why I thought that would be it, Idol and company surprised me as they made time for one more number, "LA Woman". The song has grown immensely since Billy's take on the song from 1990. It was a great way to end a show and left everyone on a high note in the sweltering walls of the House of Blues. As the steam subsided in the intimate, yet hot, atmosphere of the crowd, everyone appeared to be satisfied. I had a great time and can proudly say I have seen the original punk rocker live and in the flesh. However, my main question is how much longer he can continue to replenish the same songs over and over again? It's time Billy and Steve got together, put these new songs to tape and get them out there. Till they do this, Billy Idol will be a mere trivia question on shows like "I Love the 80's". He deserves better.

Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network and his daily writings can be read at The Screen Door and can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com.


What does antiMusic mean?


Whenever reviewing a show, it's inevitable that someone comes up to me asks me what I am doing. Granted, I'm not subtle about reviewing. I have my little mole skin notebook and a pen. But the conversation comes around to who I write for and when I say the antiMusic Network, one of two things happens;

1) Oh yeah, the Day In Rock...right? You guys are awesome!

2) Why do you hate music?

I've posted on this before, so if you're still not sure, check out the link here.

All credit must be given to my editor, Keavin Wiggins on this one.

How Badly Does Creed Suck? Tickets Are $10, That's How Bad


Excuse the glare from the glass but this was the sign that was plastered everywhere in Tinley Park, IL at the Amphitheater (I refuse to keep up with the corporate insanity of renaming the venue every few years) last night that houses concerts every summer.

$10 for Creed and they haven't toured in seven years! They have been reduced to the cost of a movie ticket. One part of me wants to laugh and the other wants to applaud Live Nation for doing anything and everything to get people in the doors.

I don't believe in negativity and will admit that some of the Christian themed lyrics speak to the part of my brain that loves melodies. That being said, one thing you usually finding me saying to people is:

"You have to respect anyone and everyone who makes it as a musician. I tried to play two instruments and it was hard; I sucked at it. Anyone who puts time and energy into learning their craft at the very least deserves credit...except Creed".

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Metallica's Cliff Burton


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In the summer of 1987, my next door neighbor was over watching my younger sister when she brought a huge boombox and cranked Metallica's Master of Puppets on 10, waking me up. Initially peeved I was awoken on a summer day where I could have slept in, I soon became fascinated with the sounds emitting from her boom box. I had seen Metallica t-shirts all over the place and I particularly remember the "Metal Up Your Ass" one, but I had never heard their music. I made a dub copy of the album and over that summer and for the next few years, I became entranced with Master of Puppets.

The irony is that at the time and even to this day, I was never your typical thrash metal fan. I have a profound appreciation of the genre and listened to Slayer, Anthrax and Megadeth very casually. But there was something about Metallica that was different. There was gorgeous melodic structure to the songs on Puppets, agonizing riffs you that seemed to be a missing part of your soul. To this day, I still rank Puppets as one of my top ten desert island discs. However, until recently, I am not sure if I ever fully appreciated the evolution of Metallica that led to (and in some cases peaked) with Master of Puppets. I have two people to thank; Tom Trakas and Joel McIver.

Tom did a review of McIver's book on Cliff Burton, which inspired me to find it and re-listen to the entire Metallica catalog while reading it. Slowly over the last few weeks, I delved into this book and it pulled me in profoundly. When I finished it a few nights ago, I closed it and sat there on my sofa alone in thought for a few moments. While I always knew the death of Burton was devastating to the band, and recognized his brilliance as a musician, I never knew what a laid back, nice guy he was. Plus, I also had no idea how much he elevated Metallica and the entire heavy metal genre. If you have any doubt of Burton's influence to heavy metal overall, take one listen to their early demos versus their debut, Kill 'Em All. There is a world if difference in the texture and feeling of the album and it comes from Cliff. Burton brought that depth by not just holding down a beat, but in many ways by becoming a second rhythm guitar player. On the No Life 'til Leather demo, written and recorded before Cliff joined the band, that band is drenched in manic enthusiasm but the overall sound lacks and musicianship lack depth. The influence of Cliff to the band made Metallica distinctive, set them apart from other bands and led them down a path that many would follow.

Their original bass player (and most metal bands…hell most bands) the bass chugs along in the background, assisting the drummer. With Cliff, he was a third guitarist, layering Hetfield’s riffs to make them more menacing and thick. You listen to the demo and then Kill 'Em All and you know exactly what I mean.

I still love that original demo, but McIver's book (correctly) credits Burton with helping elevate the band to another level, which he did. The entire book is a tribute to Cliff Burton's life and in the coming weeks I will be putting up a number of related Metallica articles on this blog and over at antiMusic.com. The book sent me into a whirlwind of memories and reexamination of the biggest, mightiest and best metal band on the planet.

Buy the book at this link.
Read a review of the book at this link.

Rock Court: Huey Lewis (& the News): Guilty or Innocent?


The cutting edge, witty and biting Popdose blog asked me to defend Huey Lewis and I gladly accepted the challenge. I've always felt Huey is underrated and made my reasons known why.

Check out my defense at this link and then you make the decision and vote at the bottom of the page for a guilty or innocent verdict.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Want to go to "Cruefest 2" in Chicago on 7/22? The Screen Door has a pair of tickets to give away


So we have a first for The Screen Door; a contest. I’ve been approached by the management of Cruefest 2 to give away a pair of tickets to the upcoming Chicago show this coming Wednesday July 22nd, 2009. This is for the Chicago (Tinley Park) show only. If you answer the trivia questions correctly, you will be placed and then a winner will be chosen randomly and be notified sometime on Monday 7/20 by the promoter/management of the tour.

The winner will receive two tickets (to be contacted by Cruefest representatives) and your tickets will be waiting for you at will call.

So what do you have to do to win these tickets?

I’m not going to let you off easy. You will have to answer a series of questions. If numerous people answer all of the questions correctly, names will be thrown into a hat and a winner will be chosen randomly.

First and foremost before we get to the questions:
RULES
• You must be over 18 years of age to win
• Do not enter if you can’t make the Chicago show. This contest is for the Chicago show on 7/22 only.
• If you are not sure if you can make it, please do not enter. I want the tickets to go to someone who really wants to go and who can attend.

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Without further adieu, here are the questions:

Motley Crue independently released a single in 1981 on a 45 RPM record that was given away free at gigs. You must answer the following:

1. The name of the single (both the A-side and the B-side)
2. The name of the band that covered the b-side of this single on their 1989 debut album.
3. The 1989 album this song appeared on (Hint: It’s not a Motley album)

DEADLINE FOR SUBMISSIONS IS SATURDAY 7/18 AT 7PM CST.

You must answer all three questions correctly to be considered.

In order to qualify, email me at the following:

thescreendoor at gmail dot com

Your email must have the following:
• The subject line must have: “Chicago Cruefest 2 Contest”
• The answers to the questions
• Your full name, email address, home address and phone number

Good luck!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Green Day-Chicago 7/13/09...Random Thoughts

Green Day is in the unique position to truly claim they are the biggest and best band in the world at this moment in time. They've created two sprawling epics and yet, as demonstrated last night at the United Center in Chicago, they still know how to have fun...a lot of it. They broke curfew by about twenty-minutes. They didn't add any big surprises, but extended several songs out pushing the time back.

Even the little gimmicks the band is known for, like taking a fan out of the crowd to play with them, still seems fresh. Most importantly, the crowd was in a raptorous mood the entire night. It's amazing what happens when the top ticket price is $50, the best seats are not auctioned and you have a crowd filled with fans who were not even born when Green Day started. There were moments where I could feel the emotions move through my body as the music puntured my heart.

A more detailed review will be up on antiMusic hopefully within the week. But until then, if you have a chance to see Green Day this summer, all I can say is go, go, go.

Check out this blog for some killer Green Day content, specifically multiple show reviews from this year alone.

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