My Plague

On Friday I’m off to the Genting Arena to watch Slipknot. Yes, I have willingly purchased a ticket for a Slipknot gig! Well, I have a ticket to see Slipknot, how much of their set I stay to watch is a completely different conundrum.

This will actually be my second time that I possessed a ticket bearing the Slipknot moniker. The first time was back in October 2004 at the Manchester Arena. On that night I’d left the building before their intro tape ran! At the time they were rolling through Europe with Hatebreed, Mastodon and Slayer on the Unholy Alliance tour. Bizarrely the masked men of Iowa headlined the UK dates whereas Slayer had been closing out on mainland Europe. At least it gave me an excuse to leave early as the day after we flew out to New York for our first visit to the States and Canada.

In reality, on Friday I have paid more than you should do for a short Suicidal Tendencies set. Mike Muir and his crew don’t venture outside of London or the festival circuit much nowadays when they pass through Her Majesty’s border control, so any opportunities to see them have to be taken.

I don’t know why but in the two decades that they have been a band they have never piqued my interest. Trust me, I have tried. I like an odd song here and there, but listening to their relentless racket just doesn’t click with me, and that’s coming from someone who does enjoy an unholy row. I think in the early days they came over more image than content. And as said previously I haven’t bent to journalistic recommendations for a long time, so since then I’ve just had a couldn’t care less attitude towards them.

None of the so called nü-metal bands have ever given me any reason to be overly interested in more than a few songs by them. I’ve listened to Korn, Limp Biscuits, System of a Down, Coal Chamber et al and thought to myself I’ve been listening to what these bands are trying to amalgamate and everything else sounded much better individually. I grew up with the extremity of Floridian and Swedish death metal and the industrial rhythmics of GGFH, Pitchshifter or Swamp Terrorists. I’ve even seen a band whose instruments included beer kegs years before hand.

I might be wrong. You know what they say about old dogs and new tricks. When Saturday morning comes along I could be a fully paid up maggot, but I doubt it. Here’s one of the few songs of theirs that I can tolerate, My Plague taken from their second album Iowa and featured in the Resident Evil film.



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