And I could care fucking less about a man so sketchy, in a bad way, that it’s easier to believe he removed a rib to blow himself and raped a bunch of women than to believe neither of those are true. I could care less because I was at Narcotic Wasteland, Angelic Desolation, and Spacecorpse.
Seriously. These bands made the Black Buzzard feel like a big ass venue. Marilyn Manson probably made his big ass venue also feel like a big ass venue. I’ll let you ruminate on that for a second…
Because the hallmark of a good band is making the stage feel the opposite. You wanna go to the basement of a brewery and feel like you’re at an arena, and if you’re at an arena, you wanna feel like you’re in the basement of a brewery. With more pyrotechnics. That’s what good bands do.
Sure, Angelic Desolation did decapitate a baby and bathe in its blood. But it was plastic. Marilyn Manson probably would’ve used a real one and called anyone who found it disturbing pussies. Because Angelic Desolation are performers, not psychopaths.
Well, they’re performing and psychopathic nature aren’t related… at least.
I started feeling dizzy during Narcotic Wasteland. Why? I don’t know, but the blast beats reverberating off the brick walls could have played a part! If I was at Manson, it would’ve been mustard gas or some shit.
Point being, this was the better show, where the musicians were more in tune with their audience and there was no threat of purposeful bodily harm. It was a show to enjoy music and not a show to worry about the artist roofying your drink. Not that that would happen at Manson. But it also doesn’t sound incorrect.
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