A packed Billboard was the venue for American metalcore act The Devil Wears Prada.
Generally, you can learn a fair bit about a band by their fans. I reckon I did.
Sound was terrible tonight, overcooked and impossible to listen to. To put all that onto the sound guy would be harsh, fair to say a bunch of DWP’s songs fit that description anyway.
Frontman Mike Hranica was as full of energy as his vocals were incoherent. The room made up largely of sweaty 19 year old males didn’t seem to care, and kept the 942 security guards busy throughout with crowd surf after crowdsurf.
I’m reminded about an age old saying along the lines of ‘if you can’t say anything nice about someone…’
So this is a short review. Perhaps 14 years ago I might have hated it a bit less.
But I doubt it.