Cooking with Satan

Alice Cooper and Friday the 13th are two of the reasons why, yes, it was fucking cool to grew up in the 80’s…

Hey motherfuckers. It’s been a while. Sorry about that, these last two weeks were just intense. So what’s new?
As a young fresh immigrant, it’s with great pride that I spent my first 4th of july week-end in the states. Not barbecuing ribs no, but being terribly excited about seeing one of these rare Faith No More reunion shows on a monday evening at The Waterfront in Brooklyn, the very last date of their east-coast mini tour. Yes, their first New-York show in 12 years!!! The sun was furnacing high up in the sky on that day and, following the inevitable bare chest parade that usually occurs then, I can tell you now that I’ve never seen so many bad tattoos in my life. 12 years after their split and without any new material, Faith No More stills gather a good couple thousands of fans. Pretty cool. Even if they have terrible taste in tattoos. But yeah, most of these guys are metal-heads. Let’s not forget that.
The venue is some kind of industrial field barely set-up with a few tents and a big stage, nearby the river, a few blocks away from my apartment. I love America. But I just fucking hate funky free-jazz band with a terrible sax player and a even more terrible drunk-sounding singer. And I also fucking hate that nobody gives a shit about what’s going on on stage, sitting on the grass, drinking bears, eating pizzas and smoking weed a few feet away from the musicians. Not that I threw some rocks at them but, well, I kept my distances. Anyway. After a too long wait (did I mention the stupid stand-up comedian bashing Korn or Limp Bizkit or Justin Bieber with totally non-fun jokes but at least less irritating than a free-jazz saxophone? Neil Hamburger is his name), Faith No More finally takes the stage. The five of them, a little bit older and fatter (except Mike Patton but we see his damn face much more often than the other guys so we probably don’t notice or maybe i’m just being jealous) throwing a quick intro (“Midnight Cowboy” with Mike Patton on melodica, nice) right before really getting into it. “The Real Thing” marked the start of two hours of gay funky glam-metal maestria (including two encores).
The band was cool, chilling (maybe sometimes a little bit too much), even stage-diving for Mike Patton (who performed the entire show in a red suit while the heat was around 90°F). They played all their smash-hits: “Digging The Grave”, “Epic”, “Be Agressive”, “We Care A Lot”, “Midlife Crisis”, “Easy” of course, they invited Rahzel on “Chinese Arithmetics” but also they granted us with a stunning Michael Jackson cover (“Ben” commemorating the first year anniversary of his death) that really kicked my ass big time. And It actually happened anytime FNM played grand, pompous, FM hard-rock stuff. This is where they’re really amazing to me. Because they do it bouncy. And what made…
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