The doors open, people in line rush through venue security checking tickets, hoping to claim a spot on the barricades. Before you know it, it’s packed so tightly that you have mere centimeters of space. Heaven help you if you have to pee.
You’ve waited weeks, had your tickets bought since the day they went on sale. Drove hours, waited in line despite what the weather did and all that is standing between you and the newly crowned Pale Emperor is the opening band. Specifically, Hide, a two-person electronic act hailing from Chicago. While they aren’t bad (certainly not bad enough to earn the thousands strong boo-ing at a previous performance), Hide certainly isn’t what you’d expect to open for Marilyn Manson (but maybe that’s the point?).
Finally, it’s time! Hide has finished up, the stage is set up, and the lights dim. Intro starts up, and out saunters Marilyn Manson accompanied by Paul Wiley and Tyler Bates on guitar, Twiggy Ramirez on bass, and Gil Sharone on drums. The first song the Antichrist Superstar bursts out?—his highest chart topper to date, Deep Six. Manson threw around mics, cymbals, made a band mate suck a drum stick, and went on verbal rants. Despite all that, the show seemed a tad low energy. Three songs into the set, you could tell the tension was on the rise. Manson had announced No Reflection as the next on the set list, turns out, it was mObscene. No worries, it happens. I’m sure we would have soon forgotten the slight mishap, however, Manson brought the performance to a halt. Sharone wasn’t playing up to Mr. Manson’s expectations–can we guess who sucked the drumstick?. Throughout the rest of the night the band was told they needed to shut up—insert a few curse words—earning a deathly quiet crowd that had to be reassured several times that we could get as loud and rowdy as we wanted.
Manson had a good variety going on—pulling songs from almost every album from his career, except Portrait of an American Family, Eat Me Drink Me, and High End of Low. Five of the sixteen song set were from his new release, The Pale Emperor. He closed the night with a superbly haunting performance of Coma White, changing it up from the long running show closer, The Beautiful People. Yet, he still managed to rain down glitter on his audience.
This has largely been reported as his best tour in years. While I would willingly experience it over again, his previous co-headlining tour with Alice Cooper witnessed a much more energetic Manson. This could be attributed to the cold he was reported to have been suffering at the time…
In any case, I hope you’re Praying for Hell, not Hallelujah.