Turn It Up To Twelve

Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber; genius or gimp?

When Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber wrote and produced Cats, Starlight Express and Evita he totally missed out an integral part of Musical Theatre.  Jumpsuits and gimp masks.  He came very close with Phantom of the Opera, but he left it just a little too late and Slipknot jumped in and finely honed it to psychotic perfection.

OK, you cannot really sing along with Slipknot in the manner that you could to Don’t Cry For Me Argentina or I know Him So Well.  But you don’t need to, it’s really not required in this setting.  You already know that Corey Taylors re-creation of Marvin The Paranoid Android is gonna be in your face, flip you off, scream fuck you and be self-destructive in a manner bound to give you the shivers. What at first you don’t realize, is that seven other crazy mother fuckers are gonna join in and give you the choreographed orgasm that Jenna Jameson failed to provide.

This band is all about show.  You could add Opera or Classical music to the backing soundtrack, it would still kick you in the balls and slap you in the face, perhaps not quite as hard as Slipknots home grown thunderclap, but the effects would be similar.

This band has worked perfectly to create a flow, a story and a show that gives you no escape, you watch, mesmerized and you are hooked until the very end, when you request a strait jacket and a ride to the closet nut house.

See you in solitary…fuckers.

WARNING: for those with sensitive hearing, please wear earplugs or defenders; the show contains very loud thunderclaps

Dedicated to my nephew Kyle