Marilyn Manson, Deathstars, Apocalyptica - The Tivoli, Brisbane - 27/02/2015

Oh, for the touch of a gypsy's hand...

It was the night before Soundwave and all through the house, nothing was stirring not even a mouse. Well, that's a lie because Marilyn Manson was stirring it up at The Tivoli along with Deathstars and Apocalyptica. Apparently Deathstars were on exceedingly early (the doors opened at 6:30pm, so I'm told) so I totally missed their show. But I made it in time for Apocalyptica, who came on stage to the strains of Jeff Buckley's Cohen cover Hallelujah - they seemed alright but I was in a slightly disenchanted mood, which definitely had an effect on the entire night. They busted out their new single Cold Blood - and it all seemed a bit weak but lots of people were getting down to the dual cello work that was going on (The Tivoli was jammed). The obligatory Metallica Nothing Else Matters cover was thrown out there and it was quite beautiful and gave the metallers some culture. Despite not being a huge fan, I was being won over as they laid down some Nordic folk and I was left pondering how the fek you make a cello sound like a some kind of mentalist folky stringed instrument - and how their hair did billow and fly about as the fans (electrical not human) blew into their faces. Some fans were there purely for Apocalyptica, which shows the depth of their devotion - though it was also pretty obvious that the majority were here for Brian and were completely uninterested in the support acts.

As mentioned, there was a pretty big turn out, and a lot of those peeps were off their tits, Manson fans are in a class of their own when in comes to devotion; personally I view a Manson gig like a visit to the theatre or a ride on the ghost train - one must suspend one's sense of reality in order to become fully immersed in the show - but anyways, I wanted a smoke so I nipped out for one. Outside it was going off. There were cops and Brisbane City Council liiter police busting people left right and centre for dropping fag butts or whatever. It all seemed a bit heavy-handed but the Council's Murray Fleming had it all under control with his nazi-like attitude and complete lack of good manners. I'd be interested to see what happened at Soundwave the following day. Revenue-raising wankers...

Anyway, back in I went and the lights went down. Red filters and an electro-industrial intro signalled that Manson was coming. Everyone went nuts and held up their phones. Marilyn looked kind of Hitler-esque and the start of his set was both musically and vocally spot-on. The allegedly sophisticated Apocalyptica fans took the piss out of the Manson fans and went home. Frankly everybody was starting to shit me. Sweet Dreams was played and Manson spoke of how "The women are stronger than the men" which may have been a reference to his penchant for sodomy. Or something. I was really very bored by now as Brian flung his arms up in some kind of magickal gesture. The crowd lapped it up. Then he swore a bit and I grew more and more bored. Not that there was anything wrong with Manson's performance - he was in quite possibly the best form that I'd seen him in ages - and if you really dig Brian then anything he does is genius. The Dope Show was duly played and then Personal Jesus. At this point, I couldn't fight my ennui anymore and I left. I went to the Crowbar and got bored there too. But the Manson punters loved it and that's what really matters. I trust Marilyn busted out an equivalent level of style and skill at Soundwave the following day. I was, on the whole, disappointed that a gypsy didn't try to put his hand in my face.