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Rating: First of all, we need to talk about the organization.
Almost all seats (or all of them?), whether seated or not, are "unassigned". Ergo: complete chaos.
Long lines, a human snake under the dreaded TV network that, just for a change, has bought the Forum too... (forcing me to break my self-imposed golden rule of not giving a single cent to the group of the little boss, a rule I have strictly observed for the last 10 years). The organization seems to be normally and Italianly nonsensical. Too many people, closed spaces ahead of time, chaos, confusion.
At 8:30 PM the supporters start, very nasty. As the great Allen used to say, the fear is that they'll end up taking hostages...
And the task is mainly to figure out who the heck these bad guys are...: should I ask? Shouldn't I ask? I'm embarrassed... Second song: they said who they are. Murder Dolls. Someone told me they are famous. For me, obviously not. I really miss Duke Ellington and my couch.
I feel a bit like Montalcini at a wet t-shirt contest, but no matter: it's very dark...
The big bad singer fires up the crowd with a repeated "die", to which all the Italians respond with the encouraging "dai!".
An hour in, and they still haven’t stopped. In their genre, probably, they're quite good. I have to admit my confessed and unbothered ignorance.
With the "fuck" chant and the umbrella with the same writing, the devilish singer earns some boisterous points, perhaps unintentionally, even if the scene of these heavily made-up fake bad guys acting diabolically, filling the songs and spoken parts with every banal curse word or facade satanism, in the end, is pretty pathetic.
They finish after an hour, and there's a very relaxed stage change. Here everything suggests it's going to be a long night. My wife is sending messages from the party with friends where she is...what was it called again...? Family mobbing?
At 10:15 PM there's no sign of Axl Rose. The forum crowd, packed and pissed off, thirsty and hungry (the stalls of pathetic and plasticky food were all inexplicably empty by 8 PM) is grumbling impatiently. I, a fish out of water, ponder the concept of regret and one's own foolishness...
Finally the start at 10:30 PM (!), colorful, energetic.
It pleases, perhaps even me... side audio (where I am...) is terrible, but let's see...
Pure and continuous energy. Axl Rose is no longer the slender, bouncing kid we remembered. He’s a middle-aged man, bouncing and with a stellar voice, untouched by time.
Personality to spare, the kind almost all the young people lack...
A birthday is celebrated on stage for a technician. The atmosphere is relaxed and amused, the repertoire oscillates throughout their short but important discography history.
A few short musical interludes (the first by the band, the second by the elegant keyboardist) on a keyboard disguised as a grand piano, allow Axl a breather without taking anything away.
It’s a truly good concert, of highest professionalism and rightful emotions.
The quotes and tributes are plentiful: from the predictable and always excellent McCartney and Dylan to the less imaginable Pink Floyd or the superb Pink Panther theme, placed in the sensitive fingers of the best guitarist (a humorous scene showing great technical skill).
Among the beautiful things you see in this concert full of energy and colors, a monument to the hard-rock-pop that marked a very precise period in our musical history, is a pure rock aesthetic: Axl has an indecent number of rings, chains, and bracelets, changes jackets continuously, has a second dressing room on the side of the stage where, nearby, very thin and beautiful models would gather.
Rock 'n Roll, guys. But these guys play like gods, and he sings in an impressive way. I don’t think this can be considered trivial.
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