Looking back on November 2009 (part 2)

As I said in my last post, I went to the head-bangingly awesome Motörhead gig on the 15th November 2009. that was soon to be followed by an Alice Cooper gig on the 29th of the same month. At this point I didn’t have a ticket to Alice Cooper but, still with the ringing from Motörhead gig in my ears, I scrounged enough cash together to get the ticket to go see him. Even more enthusiastic than I was before seeing Motörhead, we were all expecting a repeat performance of hard rock.

There was only one warm up band called Man Raze, by the time me and my mates had gotten in they were already doing their set. It was average rock, not totally inspiring but not bad. The crowd at this point didn’t seem too interested and it felt to me that many of them were getting annoyed with this trio on the stage. The lead singer was trying to engage us, although having taken his top off he’d elevated himself to the level of “tit on stage” to me and the few friends I was there with.

When their set was done it was a long wait as they put up a curtain to hide them assembling a set behind it. Suddenly the lights went down and we were presented with a suite of a man on the curtain that was then sucked down into the corner of the stage as the music started to play. The crowd started the shout and jeer as Alice Cooper and his band started to perform for us. The performance was one classic song after another, each one telling some vague story through the rightly famous death scenes, such as hanging and being injected with a massive needle. Although all this was very impressive I never really felt engaged with the music or him. Where as Motörhead, Girlschool and The Damned had addressed the crowd and made the crowd like them, only spoke the crowd at the very end. The best way I can think to describe Alice Cooper’s performance isn’t as a rock concert but as a rock musical, and if I'd been expecting that, I'd have enjoyed it much more!

This Sunday we’ve got a treat, my good friend Chris is guest writing telling us all how he got me an awesome 18th birthday present in a review of Blaze Bayley’s concert at The 12 Bar Swindon.