swingonthespiral
Very Well-Known Member
Late Saturday afternoon the countdown began. My brother and I were armed in our appropriate attire, I was attempting to get my eye shadow even blacker whilst contemplating how to get the ladies to stay in the lovely corset, my dad & step mum frantically grabbing the camera and taking snap shots…
With a double check of the tickets and last look at directions we were off 3hrs before show time…
Off we headed in my dads sports car…… Manson blaring as high as we could get it to set the mood…. As we came closer to the Hodern the sea of Goths had started to present itself and I was more excited than ever….
Now for the wait….. spoke to some interesting weirdo’s and there was never a dull moment for the eye. Mohawks, corsets, contact lenses, black upon black with glimpses of purple and red thrown in for good measure, PVC, studded belts, dread locks, Manson & metal t shirts and Docs as far as the eye could see…
It was at that point that the excitement partially subsided and I realize how uncool Townsville has made me LMAO….
2 ½ hrs later a quick announcement and a group meeting of security and we’re in!!!!
Severely disappointed by The Spazzy’s being the opening act we rested our feet for the imminent adrenaline filled yet painful mosh.
After the violation of the ear drums with the supporting act (whom I must admit took the mickey out of us all and had fun with it) it was time to push our way into the crowd with the intention of getting as close as we could to this weird yet wonderful rock star who has been sued more times than you could count on your hands….
There were the odd cheers for the roadies running back and forth to set up, the crowd waited very impatiently, starting Manson cheers and banging on anything they could find to make noise.
Lights out…. And a roar of cheers and metal hand signals….. a sheet drops down with the MM logo….. the smoke machines are on full blast and a red lighting created the desired eerie effect with the added bonus of the Bogon Moth plague was a great look.
The screaming and clapping exploded as we saw the figure behind the sheet that commanded everyones attention as his voice ever so sweetly sang the first lyrics of If I Was Your Vampire….
Now please forgive my haziness of the playlist….. he threw in the golden oldies Disposable Teens, Rock Is Dead, Sweet Dreams, Antichrist Superstar, The Fight Song, Mobscene and a few others as well as the pick of his new ones.
I was very impressed with the quality of his voice, for someone that has been screaming for decades he sounded better, stronger and angrier live which I was not expecting. The band behind him were tight, and whoever that new guitarist is bought an aspect of old skool metal which was good to see.
The only down fall was during The Fight Song as he came out in a white satin boxing jacket and stepped into a ring and the old silver microphone thingy dropped down only to not work, and the roadies did not work quick enough to get a working mic up fast enough so unfortunately the impact of The Fight Song was depleted.
But none the less the show went on, numerous costume changes only to end up back in his singlet and jeans because of the heat.
There was a lovely burning of the bible which made me smile as well as his disturbing little boy like fasincation with playing with his ding a ling on stage….
He closed in true style with The Beautiful People which was intense.
Unfortunately no Encore, but to say the least every weirdo in that crowd, myself included were totally mesmerized by the show and he proved why he has been peeving people off for so long so well.
As i sit here very worse for wear, avoiding work at all costs and trying exceptionally hard not to fall asleep after a 5am flight back home......
I extend a Kudos to Mason for a great show. Love him or hate him. It was a great night.
Rock on.
With a double check of the tickets and last look at directions we were off 3hrs before show time…
Off we headed in my dads sports car…… Manson blaring as high as we could get it to set the mood…. As we came closer to the Hodern the sea of Goths had started to present itself and I was more excited than ever….
Now for the wait….. spoke to some interesting weirdo’s and there was never a dull moment for the eye. Mohawks, corsets, contact lenses, black upon black with glimpses of purple and red thrown in for good measure, PVC, studded belts, dread locks, Manson & metal t shirts and Docs as far as the eye could see…
It was at that point that the excitement partially subsided and I realize how uncool Townsville has made me LMAO….
2 ½ hrs later a quick announcement and a group meeting of security and we’re in!!!!
Severely disappointed by The Spazzy’s being the opening act we rested our feet for the imminent adrenaline filled yet painful mosh.
After the violation of the ear drums with the supporting act (whom I must admit took the mickey out of us all and had fun with it) it was time to push our way into the crowd with the intention of getting as close as we could to this weird yet wonderful rock star who has been sued more times than you could count on your hands….
There were the odd cheers for the roadies running back and forth to set up, the crowd waited very impatiently, starting Manson cheers and banging on anything they could find to make noise.
Lights out…. And a roar of cheers and metal hand signals….. a sheet drops down with the MM logo….. the smoke machines are on full blast and a red lighting created the desired eerie effect with the added bonus of the Bogon Moth plague was a great look.
The screaming and clapping exploded as we saw the figure behind the sheet that commanded everyones attention as his voice ever so sweetly sang the first lyrics of If I Was Your Vampire….
Now please forgive my haziness of the playlist….. he threw in the golden oldies Disposable Teens, Rock Is Dead, Sweet Dreams, Antichrist Superstar, The Fight Song, Mobscene and a few others as well as the pick of his new ones.
I was very impressed with the quality of his voice, for someone that has been screaming for decades he sounded better, stronger and angrier live which I was not expecting. The band behind him were tight, and whoever that new guitarist is bought an aspect of old skool metal which was good to see.
The only down fall was during The Fight Song as he came out in a white satin boxing jacket and stepped into a ring and the old silver microphone thingy dropped down only to not work, and the roadies did not work quick enough to get a working mic up fast enough so unfortunately the impact of The Fight Song was depleted.
But none the less the show went on, numerous costume changes only to end up back in his singlet and jeans because of the heat.
There was a lovely burning of the bible which made me smile as well as his disturbing little boy like fasincation with playing with his ding a ling on stage….
He closed in true style with The Beautiful People which was intense.
Unfortunately no Encore, but to say the least every weirdo in that crowd, myself included were totally mesmerized by the show and he proved why he has been peeving people off for so long so well.
As i sit here very worse for wear, avoiding work at all costs and trying exceptionally hard not to fall asleep after a 5am flight back home......
I extend a Kudos to Mason for a great show. Love him or hate him. It was a great night.
Rock on.
Manson puts on a good show, abit a little brief. 
