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DILLINGER + POISON THE WELL LOVE =

Dillinger Escape Plan + Poison the Well @ 22/03/2008 VidiaClub: the MASSACRE.

GREAT concert set to be exhaustive. Every single fiber in human room was rammed and destroyed, set aside to follow the verbal and instrumental immense evil that raged on the stage.

Open the evening a group with female singer, the Stolen Babies, a cross between the gothic rock band hypothetical next to the Vampire Lestat and the Dresden Dolls cabaret punk.

nice to hear, she very nice ("I do not know many words in Italian ... but I can tell-Beviamoci a beer!") good show with very recited moves, tricks, much to the Cure (guitarist looks absurdly Robert, as a white enamel) keyboards orchestral and melodic voice that passed quickly from the scream. Carini.

Then, the Poison the Well had a great time to inflame the public, already troubled her: in addition to a boy who broke his nose at the end of the concert and another with half his face swollen from a precipitous drop another on his face, the audience was explosive as the music: cried, sang, jumped, pogato, pushed more and more guys on stage thanks to crow surfing (with often hilarious results, as the singer of the band would meet these guys on stage and did not understand where they came out: D)

Yes, the security was virtually non-existent.

Anyway, excellent performance for Poison the Well, the guitarist was a fucking caterpillar concert, he shouted all the songs and played while writhing like a madman (the drug is a good stimulant: P)

POI 's Apocalypse.

Nearly 20 minutes wait I Dillinger, did not see anywhere, had holed up behind the stage and did not arrive. After songs and exhortations from the public, Greg, aka the singer the man behind the world's smallest and most arms full of steroids in history, he begins to scream into the microphone (even though there was no one on stage play xD) and he laughed when he heard the roar of the audience, closing the game with a "beeeelizzimo!" whispered into the microphone.

time 30 seconds, and have literally been killed on the eardrums of all.

Greg jumped, shouting, the audience and the show started well, with a rush of adrenaline and the utter dismay of all: the first absolute calm, then seemed to be down to hell, including pounding drums, screaming coming from all over the stage and not (Greg enjoys climbing and splashing across the stage ) guitars absurd (absurd as were the guitarists, a right-to stay the same, beautiful, committed to destroying our ears to the first row in front of him yelling at them, the other, the monster, hysterical, played perfectly and beautifully even though it continued to throw his guitar everywhere, take it off, take up as if to smash in someone's head. )

wild on stage, acoustic caterpillar, the apocalypse on earth. Here is what were the Dillinger Escape Plan last night.

acids, nervous, angry, terribly addictive, perfect in their performance, not even a smudge (except when the microphone is off to Greg by mistake). Assoutamente precise as a razor to ruin the evening.

The lineup was diverse and well kept, several pieces of the last two jobs, "Miss Machine "and" Ire Works ", recalls the slaughter almost sound without melody of the first EP and first two albums, one time almost melodic mid-concert when they left just 2 minutes to get its breath back, then jump back on the weight of the crowd. Exceptional

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icing on the cake the exploits of Greg egocentric concert at the end, who climbed on the boxes next to the amplifier stage, then rose up those suspended by chains from the ceiling (it will fluctuate above has broke my breath at all for fear of a possible fall) and from there it was hanging on the iron skeleton of the ceiling using only his legs still screaming upside down. fucking animal stage.

Ended the show with a bang ever, everyone felt as empty, devastated, cleaned of all feeling, after having spent all screaming together for almost 3 hours (1 hour Dillinger only half an hour for the first group and a good hour for Poison the Well ). All who were in a hurry to return home, those who dressed the wounds and bruises taken in pogo, who was drinking a beer to save his throat, hoarse from shouting too much.

Perhaps one of the best concerts I've ever seen so far. Eclatante.Assolutamente wonderful.

I tried to do some photos (horrible) and video (decent) that I can just put it on Youtube;)