begin with, that as a devotee of one of the incorrect units, which occurred April 11 in Arena Atlas, I'll never be objective in assessing their concert. Of course the main question, from my point of view, the star: the gods of thrash, the beginning of all things, a killer without mercy ... SLAYER. Well, well, a fan of Megadeth I am also, but then the best team the world can be only one. And it is undeniably just Slayer!
old stager, or, if you will, regular readers of this blog, are well aware that I like to briefly outline the facts supporting the concert, not necessarily natural. This time I missed a long, exhausting journey by train, because, what, it did not take place, I could not pass through the throat - a concert held in my town. Boat, sooner associate with dead fetuses in barrels, chimneys, syfem and gray, and more interested in the subject, the empires industrial turn of the century, by which the city in general has evolved, this time proved to be the center of the universe. While only a few hours, but no there's always something. This time zagościło hell with us, in quite fresh yet, but already (supposedly), decaying facilities, Atlas Arena. However, it about the same arena, it is worth mentioning that the same day, at about 13, held a meeting with Dave Ellefson , legendary bassist of Megadeth. A few lucky people from other cities which have managed to get to this time to the city and the textile famous emergency, they could count on a short, solo show of skill Ellefson, as well as shared pictures and autographs. I, unfortunately, due to a late start to the forthcoming meeting and will inevitably start time for compulsory subjects, failed to see the whole, although it was nice to see a loaded almost to the brim, Lizard King, where faith staring into Ellefson sang to a backing of Rust in Peace, Holy Wars ... Very nice, Dave, also looked happy. However, as already mentioned, I was forced, with a heavy heart, leave the meeting early. In the depths of the soul sworn redoubled activity in the evening ceremony.
When I visited, at the Arena, and actually when I was heading in that direction, one could feel the atmosphere of great excitement, which was also my participation. I will tell you frankly that I did not think of anything else for a few months, dividing his life "before and after Slayerze" . Finally, to see their heroes from a distance of 3 meters, it's not a stick pierdział.
Arena gathered around a naive small group attempting to eat soft spikes in public places, which I tried to warn against the Grand Day for the internet fans, it was futile. Sorry, but this great event could not fail to be noticed by the police and municipal guards. I feel sorry for "caught." That mandate, and, little by little, stupidity. In any event - not to mention some, too flabby bodies, the majority failed to set, or criminally, in the kilometer queues for entry. Opened a few goals, but that took so long that many bodyguards managed to hear a lot of vulgar epithets at his address. Yours "tail" from the 16/17 goal! Wcisnęliśmy a perversely before most of you, but we were playing well enough in his own company, that no one noticed.
As Arena - as promised. Corridors and their width, as someone already mentioned somewhere in the depths of the internet is a joke. Like the closed part of the locker room, which at the end of the concert participants treated the self-service. Another issue is the lack of beer, which many troubled. Personally, I experienced a concert of a dry mouth, nothing that then he whimpered a sip of any liquid. But it was worth it, because ...
Once on board, it struck me where I am, who I see in a moment that my thin tights will not survive this concert, and bare shoulders fill the bruises. Towards my delight, the white jerseys were a great rarity on the concert. Oh, always liked to stand out. In addition, the scene looked like a cardboard box on which there are little people. When I approached closer, crossing to score the Golden Circle, my impression has not great change. The stage was ridiculously small and the walls Marshalli not be seen. I have received, even in this context worried phone call from a mate. Fortunately, our fears have been dispelled. Scene developed and showed its size with each successive performance. The first was to perform Vader. Star not only in Poland (and long) but also in the world, one of our export goods, which, in recent times, unfortunately it was a bit skiepścił. Fortunately, they played a short time, and I was almost nothing, apart mercilessly pounding double the rate did not. The vocals could I forget. Mea culpa, I wanted to be just as close to the scene. I paid for it the least heard in concert Vader to his credit. The eighth time, but unfortunately, the worst.
After peterz and the company (because Vader is already more one-man, than a band) was followed by a brief pause, during which uwijali technicians on the scene, preparing it to receive Megadeth. Did not move from its strategic position, counting on the fun meter away from the railings. Well, unfortunately, here I failed the public by devoting more time to record this wonderful concert with cell phones, cameras and so on. I understand that some of these people had seen perhaps the twentieth time, Megadeth, that nothing surprises them anymore (which seems to me to be a manifestation of infinite arrogance), but when half a concert can not be seen from the eyes of anything off the screen someone's cell phone damn man can get! Therefore, I appeal to you, do not go that way! Due to this behavior is (for the simple reason that knew all the lyrics, I conclude that cast Megadeth fans), my neck to this day suffers, as most of the concert I saw with the head tilted to the left. Fortunately, after some time came into my area (I did not want them to leave anyway because of the great view on the flirting with the audience Chris Broderick ) youth who are with me singing hits of the Red team, and understand my elation expressed by headbanging. I greet him warmly from this place, although probably not read.
But well, back to same concert: Megadeth, of course, they showed class. Completely different appearance from that I've ever seen a year earlier, during the Warsaw Sonisphere. Gentlemen, allow yourself room to move, Dave gave the audience sing (mainly A Tout Le Monde, Symphony Of Destruction ), and part of the audience sang every word with him, evidently tickled Mustaine mile (so far succeeded I decipher the whims of ever-wry face Dave.) Men began Trust, which, probably not only me, not too convincing as albums. During the concert, sounded incredibly powerful, and the opening concert of drums should be mandatory for each team performing live music. It was great to sing with great Mustaine In My Darkest Hour , which is one of the band's biggest hits. Say what you want, but for me every song that night Megadeth is increasing in direct proportion euphoria. When Sweating Bullets which swings incredibly, allowed themselves to frenzied dance that always makes me this very track. Chorus sung I have already mentioned ATLM and SOD also will fall into my memory, with excellent participation of all present. An unforgettable experience - the great hall, filled with thrash maniacs, balladki sings (well, closer to them because the ballads than the typical łojenia) along with one of the most characteristic charakternych and leaders of the world. It's already zakrawa truly sectarian atmosphere. One of the surprises of the evening was the appearance on stage Vic Rattleheada, Megadeth mascot. It was nice to finally see it in motion. The concert ended Holy Wars ... mixed with Mechanix . That's what opened the meeting at Lizard King, closed the meeting to present the Atlas Arena Megadeth fans. It remains only to wait for the show of the Gods.
And yes, I will not be objective anymore. I can not. I finally got it, as I waited for so many years. The true massacre, a real massacre, he decided to pay the best, as you probably know, the team of the world. Slayer ate all my previous experiences concert in the afternoon and did not leave even the bones. Ba! He never once mlasnął, everything came smoothly and without protest. Yes, it's true, it's hard to recover after such a performance, what I had seen in the Atlas Arena.
cna aesthetic appearance to the scene - the background was the famous wall Marshalli and two silver eagles suspended over the heads of musicians. Dave Lombardo located between the two eagles are actually presented with dignity, as befits the king of drummers. Moreover, the aura of incredible beat, not only from him, because Slayer is a collection of individuals. Kerry King, armed with giant chains (I wonder if it attaches to the pants, or maybe has some specially designed for this purpose supermocny bar?) admired the precision and speed, as well as some magnificent beard. If there is a greater glory than that which presents KK on stage, it can only belong to Satan himself. On stage, lacked Jeff Hanneman , which is currently recovering from a series of treatments, which have to pass in connection with the nasty disease which resulted in a spider bite (arachnofobicy are so sacred right!). Dignified and very, very professionally in all respects, has replaced Jeff Pat O'Brien of Cannibal Corpse . View an extraordinary, long-haired blonde Slayer without, but O'Brien wymiatał as well, and suffer those who say that and better. Tom Araya is a figure that, probably not only me, I adore the incredible distance to each other and to the conventions. His sincere smile of the evening could have seen repeatedly, as he and the audience chanted SLAYER! SLAYER! . Imagine the six / seven thousand throats wypluwających lungs for almost the entire concert. The impression, indeed worth a sin. If someone writes that the concert was weak, and that the "piss off" that musicians not involved, that there was no encore ... It's sad to me, my God, Slayer, after all he gave us a show at the highest level. Come, do their own, no mercy, motherfuckers, and then ride to the pub, the followers, opijać successful concert!
But once again I fell into a vicious circle of flattery. Slayer began to perfect "opener" or the title composition of the most recent album, World Painted Blood . I must admit that it was a very good choice. Disturbing intro, painstakingly developing pace and coming after the other instruments, well put into the atmosphere of having to come massacre. Well, as usual in the case of Slayer - scanned chorus that sang those who do not keep up with Tom in the verses. Subsequent release gave the possibility of shortness of breath, but then again forced the pace of deadly inclination of the head before His Majesty. Then Hate Worldwide, another powerful shot from PDB. The typical fast Slayer seat. Here there was no compromise, it was clear that it will be less and less sympathy for the heads, necks, throats, and all sorts of members gathered in the arena geeks łojenia.
then began angulation classics. But if someone complained about the meeting? I guess everyone is waiting for. So we got War Ensemble, Postmortem , Temptation , Dead Skin Mask , Silent Scream ... And it was not the end when it comes to najsmakowitsze morsels. Top it was just before us. The Antichrist, which is slightly afraid of, not necessarily because they belonged to date to my favorite songs, came out perfectly. Like Americon , announced by Tom as a new theme (in this part of the audience held her breath, hoping for something completely fresh, the whispers began on the principle "oh, can compose something on the road and now we are ready to serve?" , but, of course, nothing like it was supposed to happen), sounded mightily, and the chorus, screaming the whole audience, will be long in my memory. Like: it's all about the mother fucking oil / Regardless of the flag upon it's soil / In a blood bath in our fucking pad Greed / The price is high to Maintain Liberty / AMERICOOOOOOOOOOOOON! next song, Payback, a return to the frenetic pace of God Hates Us All - here there is nothing to explain, just Payback's a bitch motherfucker! And while going to many of these tracks to play in different type of concert attractions wall of death, circle pit and crowd surfing, it simply could not sweat away from the crowd yearning for championship thrash of the highest order. In addition, I wish wyśpiewania block, or perhaps rather a shout out, texts, together with devilishly charming Tom. And the famous smile that disarms even more, if for a moment fell, with the same mouth, words such as, for example: Torture, misery / Endless Suffering / Pleasing to the eye / That you can not deny this. After Seasons In The Abyss , (which again I waited from the time when I was not hear this very, slayerowej ballads during last year's Sonisphere) began to fight for his life, because I decided that it's time to check his condition. South Of Heaven , Raining Blood (great wall of death on the Golden Circle, greet participants!) And Black Magic and ultimately Angel of Death , it's full of ecstasy. Moreover, it increased at a time when caught by the security guard after completing the crowd surfing, I found myself even closer to the gods than to launch under barriers sardines in a Slayer shirt. Although this did not last long, but it was priceless! It will be something to tell wnuczętom (here is the time for you, and you, dear readers, sorry for the hot).
Angel of Death concert closed with a magnificent, high shriek, Tom, who sounded like never before. I must admit that I have seen many performances recorded at various Slayer spędów, those are also listening to audio versions, and to be honest, so good wywrzasku the Angel of Death have not heard yet. Bravo Mr. Tom, jelly in pants. Excellent vocal form, moreover, was accompanied Arayi throughout the duration of performance in Lodz. Each song was sung perfectly, sometimes the audience dośpiewywała this and that, instead of a singer. Songs like Seasons In The Abyss or South Of Heaven (as later are not worth mentioning, because it's obvious) sang with Tom almost every fanatic in the current Arena. My bows toward the stage (read: the altar) after the concert, there were indeed random. Gentlemen do not deserve, as well as on any other form of worship. I registered my way of one of the fanatics, who proudly wore on his back tattooed with the best band logos world. Respect the people of the street assured. And certainly mine. Because Slayer has no fans, only fanatics.
The Polish part of the European Tour Carnage reassured myself only in the belief that the Slayer can not be "like", and certainly can not be "like a little bit." You can not be, as it was written in a book revered by the largest sect of the world, to be summer. You can only be cold or hot. I'm so hot, and I was the Slayer. I'll write more traditionally - repent unfortunate who you were not, because hell descended to Earth on 11 April 2011. In the city of Lodz. Stay Slayerized!
a few days will also include a report by Sautenerona. Stay tuned!
old stager, or, if you will, regular readers of this blog, are well aware that I like to briefly outline the facts supporting the concert, not necessarily natural. This time I missed a long, exhausting journey by train, because, what, it did not take place, I could not pass through the throat - a concert held in my town. Boat, sooner associate with dead fetuses in barrels, chimneys, syfem and gray, and more interested in the subject, the empires industrial turn of the century, by which the city in general has evolved, this time proved to be the center of the universe. While only a few hours, but no there's always something. This time zagościło hell with us, in quite fresh yet, but already (supposedly), decaying facilities, Atlas Arena. However, it about the same arena, it is worth mentioning that the same day, at about 13, held a meeting with Dave Ellefson , legendary bassist of Megadeth. A few lucky people from other cities which have managed to get to this time to the city and the textile famous emergency, they could count on a short, solo show of skill Ellefson, as well as shared pictures and autographs. I, unfortunately, due to a late start to the forthcoming meeting and will inevitably start time for compulsory subjects, failed to see the whole, although it was nice to see a loaded almost to the brim, Lizard King, where faith staring into Ellefson sang to a backing of Rust in Peace, Holy Wars ... Very nice, Dave, also looked happy. However, as already mentioned, I was forced, with a heavy heart, leave the meeting early. In the depths of the soul sworn redoubled activity in the evening ceremony.
When I visited, at the Arena, and actually when I was heading in that direction, one could feel the atmosphere of great excitement, which was also my participation. I will tell you frankly that I did not think of anything else for a few months, dividing his life "before and after Slayerze" . Finally, to see their heroes from a distance of 3 meters, it's not a stick pierdział.
Arena gathered around a naive small group attempting to eat soft spikes in public places, which I tried to warn against the Grand Day for the internet fans, it was futile. Sorry, but this great event could not fail to be noticed by the police and municipal guards. I feel sorry for "caught." That mandate, and, little by little, stupidity. In any event - not to mention some, too flabby bodies, the majority failed to set, or criminally, in the kilometer queues for entry. Opened a few goals, but that took so long that many bodyguards managed to hear a lot of vulgar epithets at his address. Yours "tail" from the 16/17 goal! Wcisnęliśmy a perversely before most of you, but we were playing well enough in his own company, that no one noticed.
As Arena - as promised. Corridors and their width, as someone already mentioned somewhere in the depths of the internet is a joke. Like the closed part of the locker room, which at the end of the concert participants treated the self-service. Another issue is the lack of beer, which many troubled. Personally, I experienced a concert of a dry mouth, nothing that then he whimpered a sip of any liquid. But it was worth it, because ...
Once on board, it struck me where I am, who I see in a moment that my thin tights will not survive this concert, and bare shoulders fill the bruises. Towards my delight, the white jerseys were a great rarity on the concert. Oh, always liked to stand out. In addition, the scene looked like a cardboard box on which there are little people. When I approached closer, crossing to score the Golden Circle, my impression has not great change. The stage was ridiculously small and the walls Marshalli not be seen. I have received, even in this context worried phone call from a mate. Fortunately, our fears have been dispelled. Scene developed and showed its size with each successive performance. The first was to perform Vader. Star not only in Poland (and long) but also in the world, one of our export goods, which, in recent times, unfortunately it was a bit skiepścił. Fortunately, they played a short time, and I was almost nothing, apart mercilessly pounding double the rate did not. The vocals could I forget. Mea culpa, I wanted to be just as close to the scene. I paid for it the least heard in concert Vader to his credit. The eighth time, but unfortunately, the worst.
After peterz and the company (because Vader is already more one-man, than a band) was followed by a brief pause, during which uwijali technicians on the scene, preparing it to receive Megadeth. Did not move from its strategic position, counting on the fun meter away from the railings. Well, unfortunately, here I failed the public by devoting more time to record this wonderful concert with cell phones, cameras and so on. I understand that some of these people had seen perhaps the twentieth time, Megadeth, that nothing surprises them anymore (which seems to me to be a manifestation of infinite arrogance), but when half a concert can not be seen from the eyes of anything off the screen someone's cell phone damn man can get! Therefore, I appeal to you, do not go that way! Due to this behavior is (for the simple reason that knew all the lyrics, I conclude that cast Megadeth fans), my neck to this day suffers, as most of the concert I saw with the head tilted to the left. Fortunately, after some time came into my area (I did not want them to leave anyway because of the great view on the flirting with the audience Chris Broderick ) youth who are with me singing hits of the Red team, and understand my elation expressed by headbanging. I greet him warmly from this place, although probably not read.
But well, back to same concert: Megadeth, of course, they showed class. Completely different appearance from that I've ever seen a year earlier, during the Warsaw Sonisphere. Gentlemen, allow yourself room to move, Dave gave the audience sing (mainly A Tout Le Monde, Symphony Of Destruction ), and part of the audience sang every word with him, evidently tickled Mustaine mile (so far succeeded I decipher the whims of ever-wry face Dave.) Men began Trust, which, probably not only me, not too convincing as albums. During the concert, sounded incredibly powerful, and the opening concert of drums should be mandatory for each team performing live music. It was great to sing with great Mustaine In My Darkest Hour , which is one of the band's biggest hits. Say what you want, but for me every song that night Megadeth is increasing in direct proportion euphoria. When Sweating Bullets which swings incredibly, allowed themselves to frenzied dance that always makes me this very track. Chorus sung I have already mentioned ATLM and SOD also will fall into my memory, with excellent participation of all present. An unforgettable experience - the great hall, filled with thrash maniacs, balladki sings (well, closer to them because the ballads than the typical łojenia) along with one of the most characteristic charakternych and leaders of the world. It's already zakrawa truly sectarian atmosphere. One of the surprises of the evening was the appearance on stage Vic Rattleheada, Megadeth mascot. It was nice to finally see it in motion. The concert ended Holy Wars ... mixed with Mechanix . That's what opened the meeting at Lizard King, closed the meeting to present the Atlas Arena Megadeth fans. It remains only to wait for the show of the Gods.
And yes, I will not be objective anymore. I can not. I finally got it, as I waited for so many years. The true massacre, a real massacre, he decided to pay the best, as you probably know, the team of the world. Slayer ate all my previous experiences concert in the afternoon and did not leave even the bones. Ba! He never once mlasnął, everything came smoothly and without protest. Yes, it's true, it's hard to recover after such a performance, what I had seen in the Atlas Arena.
cna aesthetic appearance to the scene - the background was the famous wall Marshalli and two silver eagles suspended over the heads of musicians. Dave Lombardo located between the two eagles are actually presented with dignity, as befits the king of drummers. Moreover, the aura of incredible beat, not only from him, because Slayer is a collection of individuals. Kerry King, armed with giant chains (I wonder if it attaches to the pants, or maybe has some specially designed for this purpose supermocny bar?) admired the precision and speed, as well as some magnificent beard. If there is a greater glory than that which presents KK on stage, it can only belong to Satan himself. On stage, lacked Jeff Hanneman , which is currently recovering from a series of treatments, which have to pass in connection with the nasty disease which resulted in a spider bite (arachnofobicy are so sacred right!). Dignified and very, very professionally in all respects, has replaced Jeff Pat O'Brien of Cannibal Corpse . View an extraordinary, long-haired blonde Slayer without, but O'Brien wymiatał as well, and suffer those who say that and better. Tom Araya is a figure that, probably not only me, I adore the incredible distance to each other and to the conventions. His sincere smile of the evening could have seen repeatedly, as he and the audience chanted SLAYER! SLAYER! . Imagine the six / seven thousand throats wypluwających lungs for almost the entire concert. The impression, indeed worth a sin. If someone writes that the concert was weak, and that the "piss off" that musicians not involved, that there was no encore ... It's sad to me, my God, Slayer, after all he gave us a show at the highest level. Come, do their own, no mercy, motherfuckers, and then ride to the pub, the followers, opijać successful concert!
But once again I fell into a vicious circle of flattery. Slayer began to perfect "opener" or the title composition of the most recent album, World Painted Blood . I must admit that it was a very good choice. Disturbing intro, painstakingly developing pace and coming after the other instruments, well put into the atmosphere of having to come massacre. Well, as usual in the case of Slayer - scanned chorus that sang those who do not keep up with Tom in the verses. Subsequent release gave the possibility of shortness of breath, but then again forced the pace of deadly inclination of the head before His Majesty. Then Hate Worldwide, another powerful shot from PDB. The typical fast Slayer seat. Here there was no compromise, it was clear that it will be less and less sympathy for the heads, necks, throats, and all sorts of members gathered in the arena geeks łojenia.
then began angulation classics. But if someone complained about the meeting? I guess everyone is waiting for. So we got War Ensemble, Postmortem , Temptation , Dead Skin Mask , Silent Scream ... And it was not the end when it comes to najsmakowitsze morsels. Top it was just before us. The Antichrist, which is slightly afraid of, not necessarily because they belonged to date to my favorite songs, came out perfectly. Like Americon , announced by Tom as a new theme (in this part of the audience held her breath, hoping for something completely fresh, the whispers began on the principle "oh, can compose something on the road and now we are ready to serve?" , but, of course, nothing like it was supposed to happen), sounded mightily, and the chorus, screaming the whole audience, will be long in my memory. Like: it's all about the mother fucking oil / Regardless of the flag upon it's soil / In a blood bath in our fucking pad Greed / The price is high to Maintain Liberty / AMERICOOOOOOOOOOOOON! next song, Payback, a return to the frenetic pace of God Hates Us All - here there is nothing to explain, just Payback's a bitch motherfucker! And while going to many of these tracks to play in different type of concert attractions wall of death, circle pit and crowd surfing, it simply could not sweat away from the crowd yearning for championship thrash of the highest order. In addition, I wish wyśpiewania block, or perhaps rather a shout out, texts, together with devilishly charming Tom. And the famous smile that disarms even more, if for a moment fell, with the same mouth, words such as, for example: Torture, misery / Endless Suffering / Pleasing to the eye / That you can not deny this. After Seasons In The Abyss , (which again I waited from the time when I was not hear this very, slayerowej ballads during last year's Sonisphere) began to fight for his life, because I decided that it's time to check his condition. South Of Heaven , Raining Blood (great wall of death on the Golden Circle, greet participants!) And Black Magic and ultimately Angel of Death , it's full of ecstasy. Moreover, it increased at a time when caught by the security guard after completing the crowd surfing, I found myself even closer to the gods than to launch under barriers sardines in a Slayer shirt. Although this did not last long, but it was priceless! It will be something to tell wnuczętom (here is the time for you, and you, dear readers, sorry for the hot).
Angel of Death concert closed with a magnificent, high shriek, Tom, who sounded like never before. I must admit that I have seen many performances recorded at various Slayer spędów, those are also listening to audio versions, and to be honest, so good wywrzasku the Angel of Death have not heard yet. Bravo Mr. Tom, jelly in pants. Excellent vocal form, moreover, was accompanied Arayi throughout the duration of performance in Lodz. Each song was sung perfectly, sometimes the audience dośpiewywała this and that, instead of a singer. Songs like Seasons In The Abyss or South Of Heaven (as later are not worth mentioning, because it's obvious) sang with Tom almost every fanatic in the current Arena. My bows toward the stage (read: the altar) after the concert, there were indeed random. Gentlemen do not deserve, as well as on any other form of worship. I registered my way of one of the fanatics, who proudly wore on his back tattooed with the best band logos world. Respect the people of the street assured. And certainly mine. Because Slayer has no fans, only fanatics.
The Polish part of the European Tour Carnage reassured myself only in the belief that the Slayer can not be "like", and certainly can not be "like a little bit." You can not be, as it was written in a book revered by the largest sect of the world, to be summer. You can only be cold or hot. I'm so hot, and I was the Slayer. I'll write more traditionally - repent unfortunate who you were not, because hell descended to Earth on 11 April 2011. In the city of Lodz. Stay Slayerized!
a few days will also include a report by Sautenerona. Stay tuned!
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