
Right, I’ll be honest: the last time I went to a gig with my Dad I was probably playing bongos in a band called The Silent Call at Welwyn Garden City’s premier shed/venue/lacky-boozer, The Green Room. Or it could have been Simple Minds at some Marks & Spencer-sponsored picnic where the number of camping stools outnumbered the crowd.
Last night, witnessing Metallica play in-the-round at the 02 Arena in front of 18,000 squealing fanatics represented a bit of a departure. After some neat wangling from NME’s Ben Patashnik we found ourselves in one of the stadia’s sponsored boxes (“nachos, sir?”) for probably one of the oddest gigging experiences of my life: my Dad and I necking red wine and headbanging to ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’…
While Metallica were stunning – that’s coming from someone who likes metal but doesn’t have ‘St Anger’ tattooed across his shoulder blades – but the most impressive, striking thing?
Not RobTrujillo’s lip-curl gurn, Lars Ulrich’s thunder-crack drumming or James Hetfield’s amusing call for the crowd to put their camera phones away (“You can call mummy later, Youtube won’t make you famous”) but the 10 minutes the band spend at the end of their set thanking the crowd, throwing guitar picks, shaking hands and just generally (genuinely) appreciating those who’d turned out.
Now if that sounds wanky, compare that to an experience I had in NME’s signing tent a few years ago when a certain American band (who might come from Las Vegas) grumbled and bitched their way through 20 (arduous) minutes felt-tipping autographs for the people who’ve bought their records, and well, it makes a difference.
Whether you’re a fan of metal or not, it’s refreshing to see it’s not just riffs but respect that has got Metallica this far.
Were you there? What did you think of the gig? Let us know by leaving a comment below.
Greg Cochrane
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