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Steven Adler fans rejoice, he is back and showing everyone that he still bleeds Guns N’ Roses. Melbourne’s live music scene was flourishing last night with multiple gigs on offer, I was pleasantly surprised to see a long line snaking around 170 Russell, clearly Adler’s Appetite was the show of choice. DJ Cassie Walker had the tunes ripping, her head bopping as she sang along. Her song selection setting the tone for the night with plenty of old school rock tunes to whet the appetite, she did a great job getting the punters pumped and ready for the main event.
Well known Melbournite and owner of our very own Cherry Bar, James Young was our MC for the night. Decked out in an eye catching red suit and his trademark cowboy hat he took to the stage with Deanna Adler and her son Steven for a Q & A discussing Deanna’s book Sweet Child Of Mine and how Steven got his life back on track after years of addiction. It was a very candid conversation that that did not hold back on the depths of despair one must face before they make the choice to take hold of their life again. Steven certainly has taken hold and then some, travelling Australia with his star-studded band to deliver the iconic Appetite for Destruction. He has a new lease on life and is enjoying it to the full not wasting one minute with his new motto ‘Hugs not Drugs’!
The drinks were flowing fast and the fans were hungry for some live music as Cassie pumped more classic rock while the stage was set. As the lights went down you felt like you were dropped back into the 80’s and looking around at the crowd, it wasn’t difficult to believe. Bandanas were worn with pride and flannel shirts tied around the waist with ease, I easily slipped back into 1987, what a great year is was to be alive.
It was showtime and you could feel a sense of nervousness amongst the crowd, would this show live up to the hype? It only took Reckless Life to put everyone’s fears to bed, it was a killer opener and everyone breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into a night of sweaty 80’s rock of the finest calibre. It’s So Easy, Nightrain and Mr Brownstone a winning trifecta to get the blood pumping. Singer extraordinaire Constantine Maroulis channelled his inner Axl with ease and was a fabulous choice for lead vocalist. His history of musical theatre showed through on many occasion, add to this his crazy eyes and undying energy and you have the perfect frontman. The rear screen alight with Adler’s Appetite in bold red was well used over the course of the evening. Running clips and video, with some quite interesting footage which added another level of depth to the show.
Gun guitarist Michael Thomas has been playing with Adler’s Appetite from its inception. His scintillating shredding skills and stamina were exemplary, he left nothing in the tank and gave the fans exactly what they came for. My Michelle had the girls fired up and then Sweet Child O’ Mine took it to a whole new level of crazy. The sing-a-long of ‘Where Do We Go Now’ reaching fever pitch, the fans revelling in the brilliance of one of the albums biggest hits. Anything Goes and Think About You slotted in perfectly before Civil War. Constantine channelling his inner angst and belting out this heartfelt song with the passion it so deserved. Sean McNabb of Dokken fame wasn’t just slapping the bass he was destroying it, his solo was unexpected but boy was it great. It was brilliant to see him step into the limelight, he was rewarded with a huge applause that opened into the man we were all here to see, Steven Adler.
Is there a drummer happier than Steven Adler? I don’t believe so, with a smile was plastered on his face for the entire night, it was infectious to all watching. He is loving what he is doing and he is doing it amazingly well. His skin hitting was fierce, his kit sounded amazing, as did the sound over the whole evening. His skills as a musician have only become more refined over time and his solo was a showcase of his amazing talent, the fans hanging on every beat spellbound for its duration.
Carl Restivo was the glue holding this tight knit unit together on rhythm guitar, his history in the industry too long to mention, he has written songs with the likes of Nuno Bettencourt and played with Extreme, Dave Navarro, Ben Harper and Billy Idol to name a few. The musical talent between these bands members was astronomically high, and it was such a pleasure to watch them all fuse together to become Adler’s Appetite.
You Could Be Mine and Rocket Queen saw out the set the fans dripping sweat by this stage but still eager for more, and knowing the album backwards we were certain they would be back with a few more. Welcome To The Jungle and Paradise City had the hoards losing their minds jumping and singing loud enough to raise the roof. It was the perfect ending to a sensational night of good old-fashioned rock of the highest nature and I envy Sydneysiders who get to witness it tonight.
The floor was awash with empties as I peeled my boots from the sticky floor, evidence of a night well spent, enjoying the songs of our youth. Did I feel young again? Absolutely, I was transported back to a time when my only worry was what record to put on next, happy days!! Thank you Adler’s Appetite for the fabulous memories and a most unforgettable show. You have certainly worked up our appetite and left us hungry for more, until next time!
Review Contributed by Cassandra Hale
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I kind of skirt round the edges of Metal and dip my toe in every now and then. I love Metallica (who doesn’t?), like a bit of Sabbath, Slip Knot and dabble in Nu Metal (Avenged Sevenfold, Tremonti, Sevendust. That kind of stuff). So when asked to review Sepultura, it was going to be a wee bit outside of my comfort zone. I had to borrow a suitable T-shirt from my other half to “blend in”. “That’s going to be a sausage fest” he says. Come to Mama, I say.
So sausages are not the only reason I am here at 170 Russell on a Tuesday night. I love a rock crowd but a metal crowd is better. The passion, the absolute commitment to the music, the good natured violence of the mosh pit. It is (usually) the friendliest place to smack someone you will find and my second favourite place to enjoy the sound of male flesh bashing together (after a seat on the boundary at the MCG. If you were thinking anything else, shame on you). You know you are at a metal gig when they guy in front of you in the queue has his glasses tied onto his head. The age of a lot lining up is a reflection of Sepultura’s long career. Now, inside Billboards (sorry, 170 Russell), it’s so dark I can’t make out features, only dark shapes waiting expectantly and a very long line at the Merch table. Another reason why I love metal fans; they support their bands with their wallets.
Opening tonight are Harlott, a foursome of local Melbourne boys who have been playing the Melbourne metal scene since 2006. They take the stage unceremoniously and with a thumbs up all round, they gather around the drummer and off we go. The music and lyrics come fast and furious and I can feel the bass in the air. Bass player, Tom Richards is a giant. His fingers are an absolute blur on the strings and up and down the fret board and as the set goes on, he is often seen shaking out his hands and I’m not surprised. That’s gotta hurt.
On stage right, the more diminutive Jake Weber has some very impressive lead skills and the fast and furious shredding is interposed with some awesome solos and at times, some Maidenesque duelling guitars between himself, and guitarist and lead singer, Andy Hudson. Hudson’s vocals are reminiscent of Bon Scott (if a 70’s AC/DC played Thrash, that is). They indulge in some dramatic, slower head banging intervals before returning to Carpal Tunnel inducing Speed Metal with Tim Joyce on drums handling the tempo changes with ease. For me, a very solid introduction to live Thrash.
Up next is Death Angel. This band has a really interesting history. After forming in the San Francisco Bay area in the early 80’s and being stalwarts of that iconic Thrash scene, they stopped playing in 1991 after the then drummer was injured in a tour bus accident. They reformed in 2001 with some line up changes and have been playing ever since. With 2 members from the original line up still on board, Rob Cavestany on lead and Mark Osegueda on vocals, I am amazed how good these guys look. 35 years on the road has got to take its’ toll but they are wearing very well and more than that, still playing with admirable passion and enthusiasm. Mark Osegueda has an awesome stage presence (perhaps fueled by the bottle of Jaeger he kept swigging on) and along with Damien Sisson on bass who engaged the crowd better than any guitarist I have seen for a long time (and the most beautiful hair that I would pay money to run my fingers through), they were hugely entertaining. “Are you ready to celebrate music? Are you ready to celebrate metal?” Osegueda taunted the crowd into getting going. “Show me you’re at a metal show. Don’t give the security guys the night off.” And the pit obliged.
As a warm up act, Death Angel could not be beaten and by the end of their set, the crowd were well
and truly warm and I was wondering if they might have just blown Sepultura off the stage with their class act and music which was the perfect blend between Thrash, and more classic metal. I would definitely go and see them again and hopefully, on a headlining show. They certainly deserve that, as do their Aussie fans (hint hint, guys).
I am very curious to see what these giants of Thrash who are known for fusing Brazilian rhythms into their songs have to offer. Musically, Sepultura has got it all happening. The fastest double kick drum I’ve heard laid down by drummer Eloy Casagrande, the new boy in the outfit, joining the long standing line up in 2011. Blistering lead guitar courtesy of Andreas Kisser, a veteran of the band of some 31 years. The kind of bass playing that young metal players aspire to from Paulo Jr; fast, loud and heavy. And then there is Derrick Green’s vocals. A demonic growl that must come from somewhere between his right testicle and small intestine. This is where my comfort zone ends. I am a big fan of the male voice, but I struggle with vocals like this. But I am desperate to be converted so bring it on boys.
As Sepultura take the stage, I am struck by what an imposing figure Derrick Green cuts. Very tall with muscular, tattooed arms in a black cut off T-shirt. The physique seems to match the voice and at times during the show, a wide eyed stare made him look (as well as sound) demonic. There is no doubt that if Lucifer ever needs a voice coach, he would call on Derrick before anyone else. He struts the front of the stage, the mike cord wrapped around his hand, with the confidence of a man who knows he’s good at what he does and as this tour celebrates his 20 year anniversary with the band, he has every right to feel a big part of the history of Sepultura.
They open with I am the Enemy from their new release Machine Messiah. This song takes no prisoners and is fast and furious. It sets the pit off nicely and the horns are in the air all over the venue. With incredibly fast drums and bass before a hypnotic head banging interlude and killer shred opportunity for Andreas Kisser to take center stage. It might not be familiar to the older school fans, but it is received well and sets the tone for the set.
Playing in album order for now, the next track Phantom Self includes some of the Brazilian rhythms that Sepultura skillfully weave into their music. The album version of this song contains some amazing instrumental parts mixed in for a very unique sound.
I am absolutely blown away by Andreas Kisser’s playing. As a big fan of Mark Tremonti, I love a shredder and this guy is amazing (and he does it without the faces). He steps to the front for his solo and absolutely owns that stage for a minute or so. With hair that probably hasn’t been cut since the 70’s and a huge smile on his face, he looks like a man who enjoys his craft and clearly the fans do too as they are lapping it all up.
Paulo Jr on the other hand seems happy to stay more in the background and concentrate on providing what is the core of metal music, the Thunder! As an original member of the band, he’s been around a time or two and in him, I can see what Robert Trujillo might look like in 20 years.
I am mesmerised by the playing of Eloy Casagrande on drums. I am convinced that his drum kit must be screwed to the riser to stop it flying off mid song. He hits harder than I have ever seen. And Thrash has complicated rhythms with unusual and changing time signatures all over the place; a challenge for any drummer. I’m sure that at the end of every show he must feel like he has sprinted a marathon distance. I can see his legs going hell for leather with the double kick bass. My new favourite drummer, me thinks.
They are clearly pushing the new album hard on this tour with 5 tracks in the set. The highlight for me was the appearance of an acoustic guitar on a stand for the instrumental Iceberg Dances. This song showcases the amazing musicianship of these 3 guys. Especially with a middle piece with flamenco guitar played brilliantly by Kisser before reverting back to old school Thrash. Love It.
“Are there any old school Sepultura fans in tonight?” asks Green. Before Andreas teases the fans playing intros to several older songs that get a huge reaction from the crowd, before playing the full version of Arise from their 1991 album of the same name.
Clearly not a band to milk the “one more song” encore thing, they leave the stage very briefly before a 3 song encore. Resistant Parasites, Ratamanata which gives Green a chance to add to the drum sound on a large drum at centre stage and Roots, Bloody Roots to finish the set. The pit seems happy and I’m sure the bouncers in front of the stage are relieved. They are sent off with another full room horns salute.
So, am I a Sepultura convert? I still don’t think I will be buying an album anytime soon, but I am full of admiration for their professionalism and musicianship. It was a great show and the long standing fans like the guy standing next to me who said he last saw them 25 years ago, seemed happy that they had got their money’s worth.
Review Contributed by Wendy Smith
It’s been 5 years to the day (maybe one off) since the Filth has graced our shores with their presence and in that time they have released two albums, Hammer of the Witches and Cryptoriana, The Seductiveness of Decay, the latter being the reason for the tour.
Melbourne’s resident intergalactic warriors Hybrid Nightmare open tonight’s theatricals, still on a high from their first international support earlier this week with the mighty Ihsahn, frontman Loki storms the stage adorning his ceremonial outfit and raring to go. They play a tight
set keeping the crowd entertained with songs from their latest album Almagest. Hybrid Nightmare take influence musically from black and death metal, while making their influences on the stage performance obvious with the likes of Dimmu Borgir and Cradle of Filth. Although copping power issues with the bass rig they handled the upset with professionalism and continued warming up the crowd for the show to follow.
Cradle of Filth march out on stage to their intro piece for this evening and kick off into Gilded C#*t and the crowd go into a frenzy once Dani Filth jumps on stage. Tonight’s setlist is adorned with classic tracks like Dusk and her Embrace, Beneath the Howling Stars and Bathory Aria as well as playing the latest singles Heartbreak and Séance and You Will Know the Lion by his Claw. The technical issues seemed to have followed on from Hybrid Nightmares set as the PA cuts in and out a couple of times during the first 20mins of the set, but the charismatic frontman plays it off well with a quick ‘fact’ of Melbourne’s name sake being Mel Gibson. Dani’s sense of humour is part of the Cradle of Filth charm and I can’t imagine a set without it. He cuts off a punter with a quick “Shut the Fuck up!” to which another yells out “You tell him!” to which he replies “Oi! You too!” and the crowd roars with laughter.
The encore for this evening brings out something I haven’t seen in a metal crowd before which is a slow dance. Nymphetamine begins and I see a few couples grab hands, hold each other close and sing the goth ballad whilst looking into each other eyes.
The latest female vocalist/keyboard member of the band, Lindsay Schoolcraft, has her moment to shine during this song and sings her parts well. This line up of Cradle of Filth have played extremely well and have had more crowd interaction than the last time they were in Australia. Richard Shaw, one of the current guitarists, played most of the set using mainly hammer ons and gesturing at the crowd for either a circle pit or singling out crowd members by staring and pointing at them.
Closing off their set with Her Ghost in the Fog and From the Cradle to Enslave they have played songs from most albums of their back catalogue keeping all fans happy. The new line up and the new songs sound as tight live as they do on the album, fitting in with the rest of their soundscape. I’m sure I was not the only one hoping that it’s not another two albums and 5 years in between Australian Tours, that’s just way too long!
Review Contributed by Mitch Charlton
Tonight’s bill contains a quick glance at what is currently being played in the underground around the globe and if there is anything to take away from the show, it is that people need to go exploring in their own scenes because the underground will have some incredible talent hidden away. 6 unique sounds from 6 different countries all under one roof for our listening pleasure.
Opening this evenings event are Melbourne locals, Encircling Sea. Their colossal soundscapes gave the mind an impression of desolation and emptiness. The outstanding song writing of this band had three guitarists bringing these emotions to life whilst the drums and bass kept the underlying rhythms grounded and heavy. A nice contender for the Aussie sound of tonight’s line up to show that we do have incredibly heavy and well composed bands here in our own underground scene.
Next, we have Wiegedood from Belgium who pick up the pace with a blasting 30min set. Straight from the first 4 count the drummer is blasting away and barely slows down for the entire set apart from a couple of mid paced sections towards the end of their show. With only 2 guitarists and a drummer for their sound they lacked the low end to cut through the mix and so the second guitar was quite often lost underneath the tremolo lead work.
I don’t know whether the mixer took a break or Diocletian just had too much aggression with their Black Thrash sound for them to handle but unfortunately where I was standing, which was in front of the mixing desk, it just didn’t come through right. They looked like a formidable band, all members in black hoods and spiked wristbands and the frontman playing a BC Rich Warlock bass through a distortion pedal for good measure. Being the most aggressive band on the lineup tonight, the sound just didn’t do them justice. The crowd against the stage were moving and headbanging so I’m hoping they had the stage sound to go off and enjoyed the set.
Americans Revocation change the feel of the show in the first 30 seconds of their set. Frontman, Dave Davidson comes out and greets the
crowd, which is the first sign of crowd interaction from a band this evening. Revocation stand out tonight from not only a genre point but also their technical prowess. They come out on stage with riffs that have the crowd moving in the first song and the mixing is back to having everything come through. The floor fills up with able bodies and everyone is into what they are playing. That’s when the shredding solos kick in and everyone stops and marvels at the playing style. Nowhere else tonight do we see this playing style and there are the loyal fans up the front reveling in it.
First time for Austrians to hit Australia and the crew come in setting the stage for tonights ceremony, adding bone sculptures and two massive inverted crosses. Once the stage is set the band march out and instantly the crowd knows they are not here to muck around. Helmuths commanding presence has all eyes on him and when he calls for the crowd to move, they move. Their mix of chunky black n’ roll with tremolo guitar riffs has everyone headbanging from start to finish. The stage performance is well rehearsed with specific poses from both bassist and second guitarist in between songs whilst audio queues are played, or Helmuth is introducing the next song. After seeing them play for 40mins I’m hoping that they will come back to Australia on the next album cycle, now that they have been here at least once.
Last on tonight’s lineup is Ihsahn, another first timer for the Australian shores. On tour for his brand-new release ‘Ámr’ and we finally get to see the incredible musicianship in person. Yet again the stage goes under construction with the entire kit being taken down and replaced with a smaller jazz rock looking drum kit and the addition of another riser for a set of keyboards. The band walks out to the roar of the crowd and greets everyone with a polite “Good Evening, Melbourne”. He opens with the opening track of the new album ‘Lend Me The Eyes of Millennia’ and continues on his set with songs from the new album ‘Ámr’ and previous album ‘Arktis’. Having Ihsahn headline is probably one of the most fitting things about this show. Coming from the background of Emperor, one of the creators and still a standard in the black metal scene to then creating his own music in the more recent years. He is still seen as an ‘Underground’ sound with his eclectic range of music and an incredible musician and composer. He closes the set with ‘I Am The Black Wizard’ and ‘Inno A Satana’ two of Emperors most well known songs and all fans are satisfied by the end of the set.
At the end of the show I was left wondering what other hidden gems are left in our own backyards. I highly encourage anyone and everyone who reads this or goes to local gigs to go out and support your local underground scene. You never know who or what you may find.
Review Contributed by Mitch Charlton
It was battle jackets and pony tails as far as the eye could see as I hit 170 Russell for a night of madness and mayhem with the mighty Overkill. It has been a few years between drinks since Overkill last toured and the punters were keen to get their thrash on, many turning out early to get prime position on the barrier. The large Overkill backdrop behind the stage teased us of what was to come as we took our spots for the warm ups.
Melbourne was represented well with the two opening supports both hailing from our wonderful city. Direblaze opened proceedings with a short but sharp thirty minute powerhouse of thrash to get the expanding crowd pumped. With riffs being spat out at a blistering pace their set was not for the faint hearted and they certainly packed as much into their slot as possible. With support gigs for Kreator and now Overkill I think we will be seeing a lot more of them in the future.
The line at the merch stand was relentless and I was glad I got in early as most shirts sold out quickly, it really was a case of you snooze you lose. We know it’s not easy for bands to travel to Australia so we always show our support by buying a shirt of two just to let them know how much we appreciate their efforts to come and play for us.
Harlott filled slot 2, listening to them taking five minutes to do a quick soundcheck I knew immediately it was going to be killer. Their opening song blew me away, the sound was fast and furious and lacked nothing, it was balanced perfectly and the singer Andrew Hudson was a terrific front man. While their thirty minute set may have been short in duration it was huge on talent and they had the floor packed and headbanging in quick succession. Melbourne never disappoints with its live music scene and if you haven’t seen Harlott get out there and find them you will not be disappointed.
The last of the hoards piled in ready for the veteran thrash metal kings Overkill, and the age of the punters really did determine that they were long term fans from way back when it all began. The green lights that radiated the stage set the tone for the opener, Mean, Green Killing Machine, the mosh was immediate and it was fierce as Bobby Blitz’s trademark vocals rang out. Performing as four piece Overkill lacked nothing in sound, it was classic thrash at its finest and the fans absolutely lost their minds. The drum riser was large and we got to see the newest recruit to the band drummer Jason Bittner in full flight. What a demon Jason is on the kit, double bassing and skin hitting that had to be heard to be believed, he is the perfect fit for Overkill and left nothing in the tank all night.
D.D. Verni and Dave Linsk covered the loss of the rhythm guitar perfectly with some superb shredding, both sensational all night. With such complex music they make it look so easy which is no easy feat for any musician let alone thrash masters. Bobby left the stage frequently when his vocals weren’t required, keeping hydrated side of stage then literally launching back out to rip out the lyrics. Hello From The Gutter, Goddamn Trouble and Wrecking Crew to name a few as they worked their way through the impressive set list.
The mosh never faltered, the punters revelling in the craziness, all being smashed from pillar to post. The worst offenders were a few crazy chicks who had a death wish, constantly throwing themselves into the madness only to be spat out to ride the wave again and again. The crowd surfers were plentiful but with a few hard landings many may be in need of a chiropractor come tomorrow.
Bobby’s hands almost puppeteer like as he called to the fans via his expressive digits, he looked extremely fit with guns to rival a man half his age. On several occasions he grabbed guitars picks and handed them to fans, a terrific gesture that is always appreciated. I Hate, Horrorscope and Coma blew the roof of 170 Russell, add to that Infectious and Hammerhead and I am sure they band are ready for a well deserved rest. But not quite yet! After a very brief moment off stage they are back to finish out the night, and Bobby screams ‘Grandpa is gonna kick your arse’ as they launch into Elimination and Fuck You. This last song saw middle fingers held high as the hoards screamed ‘we don’t care what you say, FUCK YOU!’ a very fitting finish to a night of metal thrashing madness. With a show of this stamina I have no doubt Overkill will come visit us again, as age definitely isn’t playing a factor in slowing them down any. I speak for all when i say we will be more than happy to get our arses kicked one more time!
Review Contributed by Cassandra Hale
Punters in pursuit of ‘The Truth’ snaked into a large line as we waited for doors at 170 Russell. The demographic was one of the older generation, many of those having grown up with David Duchovny on their televisions, or others just fans of his musical career. Watching them stream in made me raise my eyebrows more than once, and to the fan wearing the fish net top with green alien pasties covering her most delicate assets, I’m am not sure what truth you were searching for but you were certainly ‘out there!’
With so many people turning out early, support act Georgia Maq had a large audience as she worked through her 45 minute set. It was quite a large opening slot and she took advantage of this fitting in as many songs as she could. She has many solid songs with lyrics clearly influenced by her coming of age, the crowd enjoyed her tunes and she was a terrific opener for the main event.
Tension mounted as we waited for the main man to take the stage. The buzz was getting louder as people pushed forward waiting to see their idol of the TV screen, we were all quite shocked when Thunderstuck by AC/DC rang out, lights flashing as ‘Thunder’ spilled from the speakers. The crowd brought it upon themselves to replace ‘Thunder’ with ‘David’ and the chant got everyone’s blood pumping. The band took to the stage first drawing out the intro just a little longer, then David bounced onto the stage, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans looking fresh and fit. Opening with Every Third Thought and 3000. With just small chats in between it was all about the music, Maybe I Can’t, Let It Rain and Someone Else’s Girl getting everyone juices flowing. David oozed charisma and was really strutting his stuff with many pouts and finger points, charming the pants off many girls and probably a few guys as well!
David was keen to show us all this necklace in the shape of Australia a lovely touch to show us how much he enjoys being in our fine country. Then a quick chat about gun control and how he wishes the USA will follow our lead in that department. Then a lovely cover of The Weight which was sung by several band members, each taking a different verse which David dedicated to ‘peace and brotherhood’. The band, which were named Ship Of Fools for the evenings show were terrific, they had a crisp sound and were technically perfect all night. Add to this the fabulous lighting and it made for a terrific show. The songs kept flowing with David even taking to the cowbell on a few occasions. Another cover this time Rebel Rebel by David Bowie, and while they gave it a good crack it is really hard to compete with the other ‘David’ in this case. Half Life saw out the first set and left the punters chanting for one more song.
With just enough time to catch their breath the boys were back to give us another 4 songs. The final cover of the night was Don’t Dream It’s Over which David did admit he didn’t know the words to but luckily enough the keyboard player did. So we all sang along singing ‘Hey Now Hey Now’ at the appropriate times, it was nice to have a little fan interaction and David seized the moment to jump in the pit and shake a few hands of his space cadets in the front row. Hell or Highwater was next, a definitely fan favourite and the night finished out with Positively as the final bows were taken.
It was approaching midnight as we filed out into the heat of the night, many still swooning from seeing their screen idol up close, some even getting a handshake or a high five. Several carrying their David Duchovny pillowcases purchased from the merch stand, I’m sure there will be many sweet dreams to follow as they are slept upon, or could they be a facilitator for alien lifeforms? Your guess is as good as mine, but we were in the company of the man who knows it all, so anything is possible if you just believe!
Review Contributed by Cassandra Hale
ALL PHOTOS CONTRIBUTED JOSE SANCHEZ