Meshuggah -- San Francisco, CA -- February 4th, 2009
This show had been sold out at least two weeks ahead of time, leading to many tickets going for around 200 bucks on craigslist, so we can either blame Meshuggah's manager or Myspace for poor booking for their own loss. There was a good line outside even 45 minutes before doors, so it wasn't hard to tell that this was a big show for a small venue.
The Faceless had 30 minutes. If you like them, please skip the following paragraph.
I have heard many things about The Faceless, mostly positive, so I was hoping for something decent without hearing any of their music. They started their set with an instrumental piece that had a lot of uncanny similarities to both of the bands that followed, which isn't such a bad thing. Just as I'm warming up to the intricate and precise work on guitar and drums, some dude hops out onto the stage and yells something to the effect that can be heard up to 10 times on a July day in Mountain View, "What the fuck's up San Francisco?" I'm sorry to say that the singer killed the vibe of the music for the rest of the set. Something about progressive death metal music with a metalcore singer just doesn't sit well in the stomach. And if that seems hypocritical while at a Meshuggah show, just say fuck it. High props to the musicians in the band.
Some have waited 15 years to see this day, but Cynic is back. Paul and Sean seemed to be impressed with the audience response, which grew as the set went on. There were a handful of people heckling for more Focus and Focus only, which seems rude and immature, but given this is their first bay area performance in 15 years it is heavy on new material. Uroboric Forms and Cosmos would have rounded out the set nicely, and it could have been done if the damn roadies moved a little faster. If you were counting, there was over an hour of time in setup for two bands, with the amps and drums already backlined. Zero eddies for the techs.
That said, the Slim's crew is notorious for being a bunch of dicks. Tonight there were no problems, no boots for moshing, they got the photographers out after two songs and they passed around waters later in the show. A+ job.
Cynic (~45 mins)
The Space For This
Veil Of Maya
King Of Those Who Know
I'm But A Wave To...
How Could I
Meshuggah kicked ass as expected. I was in the second row since the doors opened trying to score a rail spot with no luck, but like they say, love always finds a way. The photographers are like flies to shit with the band, every one is a good shot all of the time without looking like they're posing.
Bleed (full version)
New Millennium Cyanide Christ
The Mouth Licking What You've Bled
Suffer In Truth
Straws Pulled At Random
4/12 Fear FestEvil???
4/17 Electric Fucking Wizard
4/28 Mastodong/Clutch/Big Biz
Last edited by TonyD; 09-24-2009 at 08:26 PM.