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Normally, I'm not one to complain, especially about things I have no control over. This Thursday I ventured into S.F. expecting to see a searing performance which was to reek with Doom & Gloom by the Godfathers of Goth/Industrial, The Sisters of Mercy. Nothing could have prepared me for the pathetic gig I was to witness.
First I would like to address the line-up for this debacle. Always a crowd fave and original member was Doktor Avananche. Although it is said to constantly being updated, I sense it was showing it's age by the minor strokes it kept having, leaving moments of beatless voids before being jump-started back to life. The only redeeming qualities to these strokes was it let you hear the guitars, if only for a brief moment, which was in dire need of a knob cranked to 11. None of the searing guitar we have grown to love in cuts like "More" and "Doctor Jeep" were anywhere to be found. Come to think of it they DIDN'T even bother to play "More". BASTARDS!!
Next up is the guitarist, with an obvious Benicio Del Toro complex, if you ask me, who was given the dubious honour of being the backup singer. A FEMALE BACKUP SINGER!! I will forever be haunted by the femme site of him craning up his neck as he cooed out "DO...MINI...ON!" in his finest Barry Manilow imitation. HAUNTED!
Rumor has it that somewhere on the other side of the stage was a bass player, but the fog was so thick that I never actually saw him, so I can't confirm his existence first hand, and I don't wish to be part of the rumor-mill.
Speaking of the fog, more like the Cumulonimbus cloud hovering on the stage, that prompts me to declare a new member to the band. Now introducing, the newest Sister... "Inspektor Fog". (any wagers on how long the Inspektor can put up with Unkle Andy's antics?)
Aaaahhhh yes! Unkle Andrew Eldritch...that chrome-domed enigma that belches out verbage from the netherworld. One...
Normally, I'm not one to complain, especially about things I have no control over. This Thursday I ventured into S.F. expecting to see a searing performance which was to reek with Doom & Gloom by the Godfathers of Goth/Industrial, The Sisters of Mercy. Nothing could have prepared me for the pathetic gig I was to witness.
First I would like to address the line-up for this debacle. Always a crowd fave and original member was Doktor Avananche. Although it is said to constantly being updated, I sense it was showing it's age by the minor strokes it kept having, leaving moments of beatless voids before being jump-started back to life. The only redeeming qualities to these strokes was it let you hear the guitars, if only for a brief moment, which was in dire need of a knob cranked to 11. None of the searing guitar we have grown to love in cuts like "More" and "Doctor Jeep" were anywhere to be found. Come to think of it they DIDN'T even bother to play "More". BASTARDS!!
Next up is the guitarist, with an obvious Benicio Del Toro complex, if you ask me, who was given the dubious honour of being the backup singer. A FEMALE BACKUP SINGER!! I will forever be haunted by the femme site of him craning up his neck as he cooed out "DO...MINI...ON!" in his finest Barry Manilow imitation. HAUNTED!
Rumor has it that somewhere on the other side of the stage was a bass player, but the fog was so thick that I never actually saw him, so I can't confirm his existence first hand, and I don't wish to be part of the rumor-mill.
Speaking of the fog, more like the Cumulonimbus cloud hovering on the stage, that prompts me to declare a new member to the band. Now introducing, the newest Sister... "Inspektor Fog". (any wagers on how long the Inspektor can put up with Unkle Andy's antics?)
Aaaahhhh yes! Unkle Andrew Eldritch...that chrome-domed enigma that belches out verbage from the netherworld. One has a certain expectations of him, lets be frank. One would expect, dark, brooding
dare I say Beelzebub personified? It saddens me to say that nothing could be further from the truth. The breaking point was when he bopped out on stage for an encore sporting a Canary Yellow Nike football jersey. BONE CHILLING!!! I really doesnt get any more frightening than that. Another bit of advice to him would be to stop being such a fucking cheapskate and hire a keyboard player. Ill bet theres a plethora of them searching for work as we speak
that guy from Animotion comes to mind!
Kudos and hats off to the lighting tech who showed great skill in the use of Orange and Fuchsia. He successfully managed to convert a sinister Goth show into a bouquet of Gerbera Daisies. Excuse me? Where on my ticket does it say The Dream Academy?
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Oh, did I forget to mention they neglected to play This Corrosion, too? BASTARDS!!!!!
First I would like to address the line-up for this debacle. Always a crowd fave and original member was Doktor Avananche. Although it is said to constantly being updated, I sense it was showing it's age by the minor strokes it kept having, leaving moments of beatless voids before being jump-started back to life. The only redeeming qualities to these strokes was it let you hear the guitars, if only for a brief moment, which was in dire need of a knob cranked to 11. None of the searing guitar we have grown to love in cuts like "More" and "Doctor Jeep" were anywhere to be found. Come to think of it they DIDN'T even bother to play "More". BASTARDS!!
Next up is the guitarist, with an obvious Benicio Del Toro complex, if you ask me, who was given the dubious honour of being the backup singer. A FEMALE BACKUP SINGER!! I will forever be haunted by the femme site of him craning up his neck as he cooed out "DO...MINI...ON!" in his finest Barry Manilow imitation. HAUNTED!
Rumor has it that somewhere on the other side of the stage was a bass player, but the fog was so thick that I never actually saw him, so I can't confirm his existence first hand, and I don't wish to be part of the rumor-mill.
Speaking of the fog, more like the Cumulonimbus cloud hovering on the stage, that prompts me to declare a new member to the band. Now introducing, the newest Sister... "Inspektor Fog". (any wagers on how long the Inspektor can put up with Unkle Andy's antics?)
Aaaahhhh yes! Unkle Andrew Eldritch...that chrome-domed enigma that belches out verbage from the netherworld. One...