||LAMB OF GOD
Hollywood Awards, Bangkok, Thailand
Bangkok is one heck of a city, and one can get every aspect of nightlife thrills possible, albeit at the cost of your very soul.
It had been a few months since I'd been out on the prowl, raising alarms and smoke signals at concert parking lots. I could think of no better occasion to do the same thing than the arrival of our frequent flyer and my Metal brother Mark Taylor to this chapter of the 'Sin City'.
The last time we'd met was at the Santana concert many months ago where he'd taken me in (in my own country, if I may add) on second row, nearly $200 worth tickets and here he is again, dangling that very prospect in front of this eager horse. Whatever I could remember from the previous concert was good, so I thought I'd risk it again on this one.
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So I met him at his hotel, conveniently located in the danger zone, where we had a few drinks and I gave him the honor of beating me at 8-ball pool before we grabbed our obligatory spicy Shwarmas and headed off to the show.
The concert took place at Hollywood Awards, where on regular days you would see dancing girls, drunken businessmen and larger-than-life Oscar lookalike statues holding their dongs.
The last time I was there, I assure you, was at Loudness concert back in 2011. To my rage there were only about 300 people in the whole place for those Japanesse Metal Ninjas, but tonight was a sell out.
A thousand fans had bought tickets, no doubt helped by the fact that the show in Malaysia a few days before was cancelled on religious grounds, much to the fury of some Malaysian dedicated fans who traveled to Bangkok to see their heroes here instead.
So because of that, I was taken aback to see the audience gushing out to the entrance, with smiles wider than the Joker.
Though Lamb Of God are not one of my top bands, it's good to see a Metal crowd gather in huge numbers, even if once in a while.
Thanks to the infamous slow Bangkok traffic we arrived just in time to grab ourselve a beer as Lamb Of God were tking the stage.
Once we pushed our way through the crowd the band were bulldozing into 'Ghost Walking'. All the people in the Metal circuit that I knew were bright eyed as if high on something ethereal and as soon as 'Walk With Me In Hell' blasted out, I felt that if Hell were to have a banging crowd, this would be one of them.
The audience were crazy and with each song their energy didn't drop one bit. The Thai promoters had mentioned on their Facebook page that audience members are advised to not do a stage dive due to past circumstances well known to everyone.
It also happened to be the bassist John Campbell's birthday and Randy got everyone to sing him the birthday song, and blessed him with the love and lust of 15 ladyboys.
The set ended with 'In Your Words', 'Laid To Rest', 'Redneck' and 'Black Label' and boom, they called it a night.
The crowd still wanted more; that was one happy crowd. Everybody I met after the show exclaimed with joy the awesomeness of the event and how it was a life changing experience. The big names of the Thai Metal underground were there as well, and so were their followers. We ended up grabbing a Korean take away meal and sat down chatting with everyone I met eyes with.
It was a great night with a lot of Metal going down. We went back to Nana area where along with the combo of darkness and neon lights, came the booze. After lengthy discussions on NWOBHM, smart phones and a barrage of double Jack Daniels and Cokes it was probably time to call it a night.
It was a good memory, as much as one can recall, save for the little detour that yours truly took to the police station (don't ask how or why) in the middle of the night to seal off that Metal encounter.
Lamb Of God really turned the crowd upside down with joy. Nevertheless, they achieved what they came for, and so did we.
Been out twice with Mark and I've never made it back safe or sober. Whether this is going to be a pattern or not, one only needs to make a guess…
The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
- Robert Bloch