Navigating the fine lines between an intimate tranquil performance and an all out dance party, Blood Orange and his band strive for a symphonic balanced attack to the senses.
After nearly forty years since their first track hit the sound waves, thousands of live shows, hundreds of hits and millions of fans, Queensrÿche still posseses the ability to make it all seem intimate and close-knit.
Thousands of aficionados on hand were treated to an extravagant evening of all the shades of Grace Potter. From shredding on her V-type Gibson to some joyous tambourine wizardry and all the excellent keyboard and vocal range execution, Ms. Potter is force to be reckoned with. A master of her craft. A harmonious genius. An entertainer worth every penny paid for admission.
Atlanta may be the trap-rap nest of America, but on this night, New Yorker A$AP Ferg proved to be king of the castle.
It is quite easy to take a band like Incubus for granted nowadays. They have been on the radar for several decades now, yet they are not a relic of the past and, on a night like tonight, we were reminded of just how stellar this band has been over their trajectory.
These sinister savants of shock-rock really know how to throw together an exciting time. For their Knotfest Roadshow pageantry, the Corey Taylor-led gang brought along their friends, Behemoth, Gojira, and Volbeat. In short, it was a grand display of live circuit badassery.
Laferte strives on a combination of raw emotion and polished music. Her fans seemed devoted to her; and she rewards them accordingly by way of an artistic engagement that is chock-full of wide smiles, provocative burlesque(ish) boogies, and an overall lighthearted aura.
Slash was sensational. Myles Kennedy was phenomenal. The Conspirators were badass. This was a celebration of real rock music and a night soon not to be forgotten.
A KoЯn blowout is worthy of the hype, worthy of the time invested, worthy of every penny spent, and worthy of every individual singalong, crowd surf or mosh pit created.
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