It's 1985, bitch. Suck it.
May. 21st, 2007 04:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeSaturday night, the universe was kind enough to continue its trend of giving me do-overs on all the Big Important Shows I was too young to see the first time.
And by that I mean:
(Oh, and there were some jabronies called Machine Head opening for them, who sucked in every conceivable fashion, up to and including a gratuitousDiamond Dimebag Darrell fansquee moment. Ignore.)
Megadeth seriously brought the house down. Incredible; just incredible. Tight and fast and hard, thank you kindly; no over-wankery, just METAL!~. Also, Dave Mustaine is still way hot.
Dio + Sabbath's average was a little lower than Megadeth, but their high points were higher. Or, well, maybe not everyone ranks hearing "Neon Knights" in the original style on their Top Ten Things I Need To Do Before I Die list. But it was stormin'. Some small issues were that their sound man should have been taken out back and shot--Dio's voice kept getting downmixed under the instruments, which is very, very wrong--; sometimes the wankery went on a little long for my taste; and (not their fault, of course) it was ass-freezing cold and by then standing in motorcycle boots on cement for nigh four hours was taking its extreme toll on my constitution. But. I would not trade it for the world.
And by that I mean:
MEGADETH!
andDIO SABBATH!!
(Oh, and there were some jabronies called Machine Head opening for them, who sucked in every conceivable fashion, up to and including a gratuitous
Megadeth seriously brought the house down. Incredible; just incredible. Tight and fast and hard, thank you kindly; no over-wankery, just METAL!~. Also, Dave Mustaine is still way hot.
Dio + Sabbath's average was a little lower than Megadeth, but their high points were higher. Or, well, maybe not everyone ranks hearing "Neon Knights" in the original style on their Top Ten Things I Need To Do Before I Die list. But it was stormin'. Some small issues were that their sound man should have been taken out back and shot--Dio's voice kept getting downmixed under the instruments, which is very, very wrong--; sometimes the wankery went on a little long for my taste; and (not their fault, of course) it was ass-freezing cold and by then standing in motorcycle boots on cement for nigh four hours was taking its extreme toll on my constitution. But. I would not trade it for the world.
