A concert bill that dreams, or nightmares, are made of.
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts started the evening off with Bad Reputation and Cherry Bomb. Joan is really small but rocks/punks really hard. The only lull during their set was when they played more recent material. The new stuff sounded as good, if not better, than the classics but we just didn’t know the words.
Having arrived early, waited outside in the cold for half an hour, then waited for quarter of an hour wearing an orange wrist band I managed to be about two people away from the barrier.
“We are Motörhead and we play rock and roll!”, you can’t argue with that especially when I’m sure they opened with Ace Of Spades. Their entire set passed in a blur. Overkill, Motörhead, Bomber and even the acoustic Whorehouse Blues from the Inferno record. But I was too busy trying to remain upright.
It was during Over The Top that the bodies started to fly overhead. I lost my glasses twice and decided that they would be safer in my coat pocket. One bloke described it all as ‘mint’. Lemmy, like the rock god that he is, didn’t let the fact that his flies were open faze him.
After Motörhead I decided that getting crushed just wasn’t much fun so I retired to the bar and bought a Diet Pepsi.
The lights dimmed for the last time and a silhouette of Alice Cooper appeared on the curtain that had shrouded the stage. Then another Alice showed up and slit the throat of the first Alice and the curtain dropped. So poor Calico Cooper, for it was she, had to spend the first three songs lying motionless on the steps wearing a mask of her fathers face. But that’s showbiz!
All the cruel and unusual classics were played along with a full version of Halo Of Flies. More of the popular songs, less songs from the last album. They played Cold Ethyl, the catchiest song about necrophilia ever, so I was happy, but the hangman’s noose was punishment… just for a change.
The set seemed shorter than the last time I saw Alice. Possibly because of Sunday night curfew, maybe because of the number of bands on the bill. It just goes to show that old rockers never die.