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Rating: As soon as you arrive at Villa Manin, you already have the feeling that it will be a day to remember. The location is truly significant, and the setting of Passariano, a hamlet of Codroipo, is quite pleasant. As the gates' opening time approaches, it becomes evident that the attendance is going to be quite low (in the end, there will be around three thousand spectators), leaving almost half of the park of the stunning villa semi-empty.
After the usual endless wait, the wildly energetic Dope D.O.D. burst onto the stage, far too underestimated by myself and the rest of those present. In the little more than twenty minutes at their disposal, the three Dutch artists, known for their quite angry hip-hop, ignite a crowd already warm, who start moving their arms up and down like at Eminem concerts. I couldn't quite grasp the lyrics, but the beats were really interesting.
After the excellent performance, a black curtain is lowered, and the anxious wait resumes, made even more unbearable by the heat and the smell of sweat emanating from the bare chests of those present, but never mind. Fortunately, after three-quarters of an hour, Intobra echoes in the background, and finally, it opens with Bring it Back, the opener of the latest "Gold Cobra," but with a move from seasoned artists, the curtain remains up until the chorus begins, and that's where the frenzy starts, with a mosh pit that is understood to be powerful. There's barely time to catch your breath when an utterly devastating trio starts, namely the brand new Douche Bag, Hot Dog and My Generation. We're only at the fourth song, and energy is already starting to wane. The opportunity to rest comes with the more "relaxing" Livin' it up, My Way and Re-arrenged. But no, the five motherfuckers from Jacksonville have already decided that the time to catch our breath is already over, the riff of Break Stuff sets off and all hell breaks loose.
Leaving aside the less than exceptional Shotgun, we come to the high point of the evening, artistically speaking, which is the performance of Boiler, absolutely breathtaking, made even more exciting by perfect lighting effects.
After the classic Nookie and the inevitable Behind Blue Eyes, our guys even find time to joke, playing thirty seconds of various songs, including the theme of Beverly Hills Cop and Seven Nation Army with its unbearable popopopooooo. The Dope appear on stage to collaborate on N 2gether Now, a piece performed live very few times, with the audience starting to move their arms up and down again.
With the remaining energy, people jump on Take a look around, with Fred making everyone crouch before the final explosion in which everyone crashes into each other. The end comes with Faith and, of course, Rollin' and the subsequent throwing of gadgets.
We're no longer in the '90s, and although the Bizkit have undoubtedly had their time, they're still here and they know damn well how to put on a show, they're having fun (just look at the jumping of a wild DJ Leathal) and they want to entertain. With a repertoire like theirs, it would have been enough to just do the basics to make the evening great anyway, yet there was a feeling of closeness with the people who, like me, came from afar; for once, the usual "We love Italy" seemed truly sincere.
There were a few minor negatives, like some ridiculous circle pits, and indeed the scarce attendance, but those who didn't come really don't know what they missed out on.
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