This chilly night ends with “School’s Out/Another Brick In The Wall” and as the early week crowd heads out to of the Concert Hall, we are reminded once again how honored we are to witness another Rock legend, and also have a chance to share an experience with so many other Alice fans. Last but not least, we survived another butchery and his minions we’re very well satisfied. Until next time freaks!!!
The range that vocalist Cristina Scabbia can hit is truly incredible and it is her trade-offs with Andrea Ferro that are the essence of the band. ‘Cybersleep’ and ‘The House of Shame’ have the entire front row singing every word back to the vocalists before ‘Enjoy the Silence’ brings the venues voice together as one.
The end is almost here and for many that traveled far and wide to make it to Exit 111, it has all come to this, Guns and Fucking Roses. For those fortunate enough to have caught their lengthy “Not In This Lifetime” tour anywhere in the world we’re witnessed to Classic Hard Rock at it’s best, but paid a pretty dime to get tickets; so to see them at the only festival here in the states was pretty outstanding!!!
The French metallers aren’t messing about, once they made it to “Flying Whales”, the bodies start piling up and dropping and flying and surfing more heavily and more intense then we could handle.
The event itself didn’t feel old-fashioned or staid but because of its atmosphere it looks like mores are changing and ever-evolving sunny beaches of Fuengirola could easily be turned into a huge music picnic alike place, straight from flower power, free love, rock-n-roll sixties era.
A residency in a small underground club, 2 guitars, bar stools and a glass of whiskey at the side is what is needed for music like this. Cormac’s Northern Irish lilt gives each story that additional layer of warmth and the songs themselves just ooze emotion.
Monroe’s stage presence is that of a man who permanently has his bits wired to a 12 volt car battery. He jumps, twirls, shouts, yelps, screams and sings in equal measure. He could recite the Encyclopedia Britannica from A through to Z on stage and the fans would still lap up every single word uttered.
The scene on this Tuesday night was ready for a masquerade party in Suffolk’s north shore. All the settings were there, and the people were showing up, some in costume, most not, but the audience was filling in around 5pm. This evening was to be filled with fun, dance, and music however we all know the adage pertaining to the best laid plans of mice and men.
Something You Love, an album highlight also ticks the boxes that make the blue collar men nob and sob into their beers as he sings about running into an old friend, swapping stories, having a few drinks etc… The company has closed he finds out, budget cuts and setbacks so it’s time to get out there and do… something you love! Springsteen would be proud!