Danzig – with Korn, Marilyn Manson at The Sting – Review

Danzig

with Korn, Marilyn Manson at The Sting
by Cunt Rock Girl

Korn got stuck in my teeth again.

Korn merges rap and hardcore, a combo I’m not fond of. A very loud bass and faster, faster drums make good mosh music, but I’m not sure it’s appropriate for my bedroom. If you’re into that Rage Against the Machine thing, check Korn out.

Marilyn Manson Note: To aid those unfamiliar with MM all members have sexpot first names and mass-murderer surnames.

“On the count of three, everyone SPIT ON ME!” rasped Mr. Manson, MM’s singer/resident egomaniac. Security guards scurried into the wings to avoid the onslaught of phlegm hurled at Mr. Manson. Saliva has a special place in Twiggy Ramirez’ heart, too; he constantly drooled on himself while plucking out concrete bottom beats on his bass. The new drummer, Ginger What’s-hiz-name, banged his drums like a wuss and kissed up to cheesy, tight-clothed Danzig groupies in a pitiful effort to get laid. MM, as an opening band, got suck acoustics: Madonna Wayne Gacy’s keyboard wasn’t even on for part of the set. Can’t say much about the guitarist, Daisy Berkowitz, since his was the other side of the stage, but he does have this little-boy mouth you just wanna plunge yur tongue into.

The stage was decorated with baby sleepers and toys, but not as elaborately as MM usually has it. They needed to be able to remove the props easily. You can’t have a manly singer like Danzig strutting around a stage littered with infant clothing.

Though it was a Danzig show, plenty of fanatics came to chant along with Mr. Manson (enough so MM shouldn’t have to tour as a supporting band anymore). That man has an almost cult-leaderish quality about him – ice cold eyes and a patronizing manner towards the worshippers. His lyrics are crisp and harsh to the point of feeling you’re being beaten by them. At the end of their show, Mr. Manson pulled his pants down to show his bone-white butt, possibly more – I couldn’t see well. This sent a flurry of security guards after him. Strange, he’ll get arrested for indecent exposure while at the same time, “Molly’s exotic dancers” gyrate freely next door to the club. The penis is mightier than the snatch, I guess.

Thank Matt and Dina, without whom this article would not exist. Danzig, I wouldn’t review you if you were the last band on Earth, and you can shove that “Mother” lyric sheet up your pretentious ass.